#sammy wallpapers

[dramalocks]

☇✈ sammy; simple ♡❞

☇ like or reblog ⋮ @moodscreens

☇ don’t repost our edits.

[someartistsammy]

Was curious and wanted to do a height comparison of the current FS characters! For reference: Matt is only slightly taller than Cloud and Glenn is roughly Barret's height.

[hurricanejane]

for the girlies who like fine wine.

[florenceandtheinkmachine]

sammy lawrence + alice angel lockscreens and wallpapers i made for my friend and i

sammy:

the Ink Demon is intended as a lockscreen! on standard android or apple phones, ‘that’s all folks!’ will be visible when there are no notifications on the screen.

alice angel:

feel free to use! all art belongs to the original artists, although i try to source my images from official sources and public domain material (stock photos and assets)

[ikvgai]

[fuiabarcelos]

Sam + The eras tour

I am simply addicted to Taylor Swift and I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums. I decided to make them available here.

All the images I used are from Pinterest.

[rainyreyn9]

A little late night flight between the trio :'3

This was heavily inspired by one of my lovely friend's drawings, I decided to draw it in my style as well with Artie being added in. Idk how correct his color palette is, but all I know is that we're all dual colored hair so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

WHEEEEEE MY NEW WALLPAPER!!!! :D

Progress and how it looks below :3

How it looks :3 (my brightness is down don't mind that djebe.)

[burninlovebutler]

🦋with pics of E in pink. I love him in pink so much and also know you love pink so I thought you might like this🤭 Congrats on your 1k babe! Love you so much my melon💖🍉

1k follower party ask list thing 🎉

-> 🦋 - moodboard [B]

thank you so much sammich 🤭🤭💘

i had so much fun making this 😭 it came out more as a wallpaper than a moodboard 😅😅😅 sorry i hope u love it 😅🥰🤭💘💘

it also came out very valentine’s day-esque? 😅 idk the power of elvis came over me he wanted it all mushy idk what to say 🤷🏻‍♀️

also added ur initials bc i thought it’d be cute 🤭🤭🤭

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😚😚😚

[elisiassideb1tch]

🖤 || Sammi Karras Wallpaper || 🖤

@enid-rhees @ofcutsandoffire <3

[dramalocks]

☇✈ sammy ; simples + edit ♡❞

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[angel-blitz]

Old Art trade I did with noreentheartist on deviantart!

[hurricanejane]

can't stop, won't stop.

[totentnz]

so deep in the johnny sauce i didnt even THINK to check wallpaper engine for astarion

[tothe8andbeyond]

[wendichester]

°‧⋆.🐋*:･ swimming lesson,

summary. the motel has a pool!

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 708.

The motel is nothing special—peeling wallpaper, creaky beds, the faint smell of mildew—but it's got something the others never do: a pool. Of course, it's small and probably questionable on hygiene, but it's there.

Dean notices it immediately, tucked in the back, lit by a dim overhead lamp. The water ripples gently, reflecting the neon motel sign. He doesn't say much when he sees it, but later, after burgers and beers, he grabs a towel, shoots you a look, and declares, "I'm hitting the pool."

You glance up from your laptop, surprised. “The pool? Since when do you care about swimming?”

He shrugs, that familiar cocky grin tugging at his lips. “Since now. You coming, or are you just gonna sit there like a nerd?”

You hesitate, but the way he looks at you, all challenge and mischief, makes it impossible to say no. "Fine," you grumble, grabbing your own towel. "But only because I'm bored."

When you get to the pool, Dean wastes no time. He tosses his towel onto a lounge chair, pulling off his flannel and T-shirt in one smooth motion. You try not to look—try really hard—but the man's built like a Greek god, all broad shoulders and taut muscle.

"You coming, or you just here for the view?" Dean's already in the water, hair damp while a few strands fall into his eyes, and the smirk he gives you is downright infuriating. "Come, on. It's not even cold."

You cross your arms, staying firmly rooted to the edge. "I'm good right here."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Seriously? You scared of water or something?"

You glance away, suddenly self-conscious. "I just... I don't know how to swim, alright?"

Dean stops mid-float, his head whipping toward you. "Wait, what?" He's standing now, water dripping from his hair as he stares at you like you've just admitted to never eating pie. "How the hell do you not know how to swim? Do you know how basic that is?"

You scowl, crossing your arms. "Yeah, well, at least I don't have to travel by car everywhere because I'm too afraid to fly!"

Dean scoffs, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, Sammy." He looks back at you, rolling his eyes. "That's different. Planes crash!"

"And people drown!" you fire back.

Dean exhales sharply, running a hand through his wet hair. “Fine, fine. But you’re learning right now. No way I’m letting you live like this.”

“Dean—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off, his tone softer now. “Just trust me on this. I’m not letting you drown. Not on my watch, sweetheart.”

You hesitate, but the sincerity in his eyes is hard to argue with. With a sigh, you strip down to your underwear, the closest thing you have to a swimsuit. Dean whistles low, his grin widening as you inch toward the water.

You glare at him for a second longer before sighing again. "This is such a bad idea."

"Nah," he says, already wading toward you. "Worst case scenario, I can totally give you mouth-to-mouth."

You snort as you're too focused on lowering yourself into the shallow end, water lapping at your waist. "You're terrible."

He grins as he moves closer. “Now, first lesson: floating.”

You groan, whining. “I'm so drowning.”

“Nah,” he says, his hands finding your waist as he guides you gently into the water. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

It takes a few tries, but soon you’re floating, his hands steady beneath your back. He’s surprisingly patient, his voice calm as he talks you through it.

“There you go,” he says, pride evident in his tone. “You’re a natural.”

You laugh, still nervous but feeling a little more confident. “A natural at not sinking?”

“Hey, it’s a start.”

For the next hour, he teaches you the basics—floating, kicking, keeping your head above water. The whole time, he’s close, his hands never far from yours, his touch firm but reassuring.

By the end of the night, you’re sitting on the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water. Dean floats lazily in the deep end, his arms resting on the edge as he watches you.

“Not bad, huh?” he says, smirking.

You roll your eyes, but there’s a soft smile on your face. “Not bad.”

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