#ty sam!!

[captainshyguy]

for the dvd commentary: chapter 95 of laf, "How dare it shine on. Does it not know what it just did?" to "If Quirrel was not in shock, he might have realised that he had just lost a very, very dear friend, and was understandably, a bit more than a little upset about that." <3

AH YES QUIRREL CRISIS MOMENT 

man, i think i was writing this part during that [internet down for the entire day] experience i had back in august 2020 where it was super hot and unpleasant and i was typing away like a madman on my phone 

so here we have quirrel seeing leaf get gooped, but not realising they’re just regenerating, and mistakenly thinking they're dead and he’s..not taking it very well X] he has that brief moment at being angry with the hive before remembering that the hive is a place first and foremost, not really a malicious entity out to get leaf specifically. 

he’s so...stuck between the sheer shock of the moment and blaming himself. it hasnt really sunk in yet, and when he tries to (wondering what to do with leaf’s possessions, recognising how much is here and how much life they lived and how much he didnt get to see) he’s simply unable to, frozen to the floor. quirrel’s no stranger to death, he’s seen a few people die on the road before, but leaf is very good at bring this air of safety with them (the same kind they associate with him). he cant really imagine them dying because like. its leaf! 

but from his point of view that is what’s happened and he has no idea how to process that right now, not whilst the puddle is still on the floor, leaf’s shade still circling it. 

the last paragraph there i’ve always been a little unsure of, felt a bit more “tell” over “show”, but i think its an important objective look at something were only getting hints of though quirrel's reaction and body language. we get a look at what under the surface that quirrel cant process or show us right now bc he physically cannot and also i dont think he would anyway. he’s got quite a tight lock on those more difficult emotions. we already dont spend a lot of time in his head, so yknow X] lifting the mask whilst he’s not looking 

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First Sleepover- 🐥&🐣

Guess who got back into spn…

ANYWAYS!!

Hc that sam had his first sleepover at 12 (after john rented out an actual home for 6+ months). 17 yr old dean got him ready and everything and walked him to the house. Sam called first thing the next morning to get picked up. He wont admit it but he had a nightmare and hated sleeping so far away from his brother :(

[o-i-w-u]

WE'RE SO BACK GUYSSSS

(reblogs appreciated <3)

[palletical]

Finally got around to finishing The Devil's Playhouse and wow what an ending. I like to think they got a proper chance to talk abt what happened after because :,))))

[demonic0angel]

Silly idea: Tucker says there will never be a dress that Danny doesn't rock. Sam has grown increasingly unhinged in trying to find a dress Danny can't wear. Sam's mom is just glad someone is wearing the dresses she buys for Sam

*covers head with hands* Drawing this was a blur. Legit only took me an hour.

[plutonicbees]

2 tickets to the barbie movie please...

[titaniasfairy]

stepbro!sammy who manipulates you into sleeping with him to “help your cramps”!!! except he’s way too rough and it doesn’t help

thirza blessing us with a filthy ask today…

18+ MDNI

just a reminder that you are responsible for the media you consume! if you don’t like it, DON’T FUCKING READ IT! anyways bear🐻 presents..

cw: PERIOD SEX! STEPCEST! fem!reader, dom!sam, coercion kinda so slight dub-con, creampie, oral (fem receiving), cum-eating.

“cmon, lemme help! i read it in an article once.”

you roll your eyes as your step-brother continues to pester you about trying to help with your period cramps. sam sits next to you on your bed while you lie on your back, clearly struggling with your ailments.

“sam i’m not going to fuck you just because you think it’ll help with my cramps.”

you huff out in frustration at his naïve horniness, knowing he’s just trying to get inside you. despite this, he persists.

“i know it’ll help! you’ll enjoy it too..”

“will not! it’ll be all wet and messy- not to mention gross! we’d have to lay a towel down.”

sam groans out and throws his head back, obviously annoyed with your refusal to his lust-filled proposal.

“oh please, it’s not like the sex we usually have isn’t messy already.”

your jaw drops at his disgusting (but true) statement, trying to deny that the two of you have had sex before. he’s your step-brother after all!

“n-no! i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

sam chuckles at your half-witted attempt of a lie while you try and avert your gaze from the growing bulge in his jeans.

“i think you do, sweetie. i know you haven’t forgotten about the other night..”

his dirty whispers fill your head up with images of your mouth around sam’s cock, his hands in your hair as he face fucks you rough. the night ended with your mascara smeared and your swollen lips covered in your step-brother’s milky seed.

while you were lost in thought, sam slipped next to you, his warm breath hitting your ear and leaving you flushed.

“now you remember, don’t you? cmon baby, let your big brother make you feel better.”

only a few minutes later were you bent over on all fours, sam’s thick cock ramming into you from behind. the blood spilling from your entrance served as lube for him, making each thrust let out a wet squelching noise.

he pounded into you hard and rough, leaving no room for the ‘relief’ he promised. the tip of sam’s cock kissed your cervix and forced its way into you, causing you to let out squeals of pain and pleasure.

sam’s hand was placed where your ass met your lower back, pushing you back and forth on his cock to help him thrust inside you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, using it as a handle for him.

“sweet jesus. look at you taking your brother’s cock so well. my cock looks so good covered in your blood, baby.”

you let out whimpers of protest in response, seemingly begging him to slow down or be a little more gentle, but you’re only met with maniacal chuckles in response.

sam’s hand weaves out of your hair to hold the back of your head, pushing it down into the mattress and effectively silencing you so his groans and smacking skin are the sounds left in the bedroom.

with every thrust into you, your step-brother’s heavy balls smack your sensitive clit, sending shivers through your fucked-out body. looking down at the bloody mess only turned sam on more, leaving him staring down at his cock slamming in and out of your tight cunt. the sight makes his balls tighten and his cock throb, bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

“holy fuck i’m gonna cum in this tight pussy.”

sam moans out loud and slaps your ass, marking his territory. he gives you three or four hard thrusts and spills his load into you in thick ropes of cum, leaving you spent beneath him without an orgasm yet.

before your disappointment can fulling fester, sam is pulling out of your cunt and bending down to face your pussy. he places both hands on your ass cheeks and dives face first into your cunt, slurping and sucking out his own cum.

you’re left speechless, only able to let out wanton moans and squeals of absolute bliss as your step-brother eats you out like a man starved. with each flick and touch of his blood-covered tongue you’re pulled closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“sammy i’m gonna cum! oh my god-”

sam’s hands grip your ass harder and your toes curl as your orgasm comes over you in a large wave, leaving you shaking and spasming against his tongue. sam continues to slurp and lick his way through your climax till you’re completely slumped against the mattress below you.

while you’re trying to catch your breath, huffing and puffing on all fours, sam stands up and wipes his blood and cum covered mouth with the back of his hand.

“so are those cramps gone yet?”

ty for the ask <3

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[yummycrummy]

hi boomer shooters

[lordoftheringsmusical]

A closer look at Shelob in action!

feat. Tony Bozzuto (Gollum), Ty Shay (u/s Frodo), Michael Kurowski (Sam), Spencer Davis Milford (Frodo)

shared by Charlie Tymms (Puppet Designer)

[peachyfnaf]

"I don't care anymore."

"You're right. You don't."

[scummrevisited]

[captainshyguy]

how aboutttt 2, 9, and 19?

aaa ty sam!! 2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

hmmm, these are a little bard for me to figure out, (like i’d say realising 'oh elyon’s actually probably aro’ but that took some time to realise) i think....in the original concept for little gods,it was mostly set on earth and i had this knda ‘uhhhh....dumbass why are we teling  story abt space ods and not srtting it in space what are u doingfkfbndhjkhdfhdf’ and i was like Oh Right 

9. what’s a series or franchise you secretly or not so secretly think you’d be, like, a REALLY good writer for if they’d stop being cowards and hire you already?

pokemon >:] give me the skeleton of your plot and i’ll improve it pokemon, I’LL DO IT, I CAN 

probably at the loss of a blank slate character, but i could probably write around it

19. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM......ngl i dont do a lot of research KJNFKJDSGJKD, i dont have to very often! x] i guess i’ve learnt some bug genus names, and how to say leaf in british sign language >:] (though i mean, i can see it in my head though i’d probably have to watch the video more times to actually pull it off myself)

[ura-niia]

These are my sons, peepee and poopoo and they have one (1) common braincell

Aym and Baal designs!! FINALLY have solid designs for them after too long of putting it off and struggling to find ideas

[kakejiszkas]

🪩 i’m gonna keep on dancin’ 🪩

[palletical]

Some doodles of my husband Sam :>

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Writing Prompt #8

The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.

"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."

"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."

"You own a sedan?"

"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."

Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.

Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.

"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."

Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.

"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"

Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"

"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.

"Get to it then," she demands.

Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.

"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."

Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.

"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."

Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"

"Thank you."

"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'

"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."

Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.

"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"

"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."

"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.

"So what can you tell me?"

"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."

"But he's not."

"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."

"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.

"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.

"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"

"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"

"You're being more sarcastic than usual."

"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."