#( conversation: samuel. )

[scielson]

i like how you can tell that hans dislikes sam because of his jealousy. it doesn’t matter whether it's interpreted as romantic jealousy or simply the fear of losing this special bond he has with henry. hans sees sam as competition, especially because of their brotherly connection (sam and henry’s brotherly connection). he can't stand the idea of someone else his age being that close to henry.

[nitw]

HEY does anyone know if hans still gets jealous of sam if you don't romance him. like can that little scene where they bicker still happen. i'd be very delighted if that's the case but i'm probably never gonna do a playthrough where i don't romance hans so

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

The Reds the Feds and Wash : Car Trouble

Lil writing and bonus under the cut >;3

Locus slammed the mongoose into park, scowling as he approached the stopped Warthogs on the road. One job. He gave them one fucking job. Take the Warthogs, go from point A to point B. It should have been, by all counts, impossible to screw up. AND YET! Here he was, having to come to their rescue. Unfortunate and worse, irritating. At the very least, most of them had the good sense to keep their helmets on. The same could not be said of Donut and Neko, who were both helmetless and mid-conversation like it was a nice day in the park, not high value targets stopped in the middle of the road in a warzone. Not to mention Neko’s… frankly ridiculous perch across the top of the Warthog, legs wrapped around the barrel of the turret and his head on the windshield. Genuinely, what was that idiot doing? That couldn’t be a comfortable position to maintain, especially while talking to Donut who was leaning against the driver side of the vehicle. Locus wondered if the sergeant would shoot him if he walked over there and threw a blow at Donut to prove a point. Agent Washington almost certainly would. Better not to risk it then, no matter how effective it would be at proving a point. Neko was a lost cause at this point, short of taking a blade to that ridiculously long braid, but there were some lines even Locus hesitated to cross. Actually, where was the sergeant? Or Pavoz for that matter? He was so focused on the thought for a moment, Locus almost tripped over Lopez’s legs. The robot was half way underneath the other Warthog, no doubt checking for anything else that could be wrong. Locus’ half a stumble was easily brushed off as him nudging the brown calf plate to get Lopez’s attention. "<You have my part?>" He asked as he pushed himself out from under the car. He was without his helmet as well, surprisingly. But forgivable, seeing as how the light under the Warthog remained steady enough to assume Lopez had been using his helmet as a light source. Lopez, despite being a robot or maybe because of it, was very quickly becoming the second most competent soldier in this group. If nothing else, at least Locus knew he wouldn't fuck around half as much as the rest of them. He pretended he didn't notice Neko's helmet hanging off the turret of the other Warthog. "I do." Locus removed the mechanical component from the compartment in his chestplate, leaning down to hand it to Lopez. "What happened?" "<Dunno. Bad luck, from the looks of it. Or someone drove this thing over a fucking tree, and picked up a squirrel nest or twelve. It's a mess, but this,>" Lopez gestured the piece Locus brought, "<seems to be the only part that needs replacing to at least get this disaster on wheels to a base.>" There was that, at least. Locus crossed his arms. "How long?" "<The rest of today, probably. I need to actually clear this shit out of the undercarriage or it's just going to cause more problems,>" Lopez rolled his eyes, a very human gesture set in a metal face. "<And even then, we won't be able to get moving again until morning. Sarge kept trying to start the damn thing and killed it's battery. It needs time to build up a solar charge before we jumpstart it with the other one.>" Unfortunate. At least the question of the sergeant and Pavoz was answered, as the pair of them came through the underbrush off the side of the road like they were summoned by Lopez mentioning Sarge by name. "-make a Red out of you yet, boy!" Sarge laughed, clearly mid sentence as they rejoined the rest. Pavos nodded along, though how much he actually agreed with the conversation was debatable. The sudden sound of a horn going off had every weapon in the vicinity raised in reaction, before the source became clear as the sound dragged out. Agent Washington's helmet rested on the wheel of the second Warthog, defeat written in the angle of his shoulders. Donut laughed at something, presumably the same thing Washington was reacting to. Neko looked smug, so safe to assume it was probably something he said. Idiots. All of them. Unfortunate.

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I'm not immune to roadtrip arc, and Kimball does say the Federal Army of Chorus moved the Reds and Wash around a lot sooo like >> i'm just saying, it'd be a shame to not make Wash suffer through a red team roadtrip Bonus, sometime the s12 finale and reveal of the armies:

felix's text is so much harder to read off my tablet screen than i thought it was fuck okay transcript time Felix, while reaching for the radio: I'm gonna lose it if we do this entire drive in silence, I swear- Locus: DO NOT

[artandthebible]

David and Bathsheba

Artist: Artemisia Gentileschi (Italian, 1593–1653) 

Date: ca. 1636-1637

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Columbus Museum of Art, Columbus, Ohio, United States

David and Bathsheba

The story of David and Bathsheba is one of the most dramatic accounts in the Old Testament. One night in Jerusalem, King David was walking upon his rooftop when he spotted a beautiful woman bathing nearby (2 Samuel 11:2). David asked his servants about her and was told she was Bathsheba, the wife of Uriah the Hittite, one of David’s mighty men (2 Samuel 23:39). Despite her marital status, David summoned Bathsheba to the palace, and they slept together.

[terrorquotestm]

Stanley: People say I have a unique way of "lighting up the room".

McDonald: That’s called arson and those people are witnesses.

[kaixwinter]

LOCATION: Near the stage at Midnight Mirage CLOSED for @samarmando

After finally deciding that since he'd put in the effort to go to Midnight Mirage he might as well go in, Kai had figured it would be best if he tried to fly under the radar. There were people who would likely want to talk to him about things he would really rather not talk about, and he wanted to do all he could to avoid that. But, as he made his way through the crowd, trying to get to the bar, he spotted Sam and he felt his heart sink. He hadn't seen him since the day he'd left Kai's apartment, and hadn't had any communication with him since their texts a few days ago. Part of him wanted to go over and talk to him, but he really didn't know what to say. So, he decided that for now it would be best to just keep his distance.

After getting to the bar and ordering a drink, Kai downed the liquid in one shot, then turned to make his way back through the crowd of people to find somewhere out of the way to sit. However, as he turned, he bumped right into Sam. For a moment, he was stunned, and it took him a moment to even form a single word. "Hi." He said, then almost immediately kicked himself for it. "Uh, sorry, I should really watch where I'm going."

[sam-montembeault]

i do think it's funny when a hockey players' stall gets photographed and the giant 'REEBOK' emblazoned across their jock helpfully informs you they've been hiding their freak because that thing has to be at least a decade old. sidney crosby has had a devastating impact upon the groin health of many young hockey players

[riaxnunez]

LOCATION: Ria's house CLOSED for @samarmando

"So, I've decided to tell everyone it was a shark bite." Ria moved around he small kitchen with ease, preparing dinner for the two of them. She knew Sam was unaware of the supernatural residents of Raven's Peak, so she tried to come up with a creative explanation as to how she had gotten hurt during the festival. Instead of telling him what had actually happened, she'd told him all the fake reasons she had come up with before landing on her final one. "You think anyone will believe me?" Sure, it sounded ridiculous, but she was trying to keep the mood light. She had the house to herself, so she had asked Sam if he wanted to come over for dinner. Ria wasn't the greatest cook, but she had her specialties, and that was what she was cooking for them tonight. "How much cheese is too much cheese?"

[flowrfeast]

i miss you already + i haven’t left yet

[canary-song]

Don't talk to me I'm thinking about Sam

[butchshevik]

I feel like all the weird responses to the variety of polls coming out that in some way shape or form ask "is it ok to engage in sexual activity in a place that is not your/your partners bedroom" really show how cooked we are on like. a basic social level

[littlehen]

hah, re. previous post [X] about the autograph notebook and the lovely Waterman fountain pen. Sam West also appreciated it.

[artandthebible]

The Meeting of David and Abigail

Artist: Guido Reni (Italian, 1575-1642)

Date: ca. 1615-1620

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia, United States

Description

In this Old Testament scene, Abigail visits David’s camp to apologize for her husband who had insulted David and his soldiers. Pale and bowed with her eyes downcast, Abigail’s remorse is apparent. Even her donkey droops apologetically. David stands proud in his shiny armor and red flowing cape, but his face suggests tenderness - perhaps alluding to the end of the story when David and Abigail wed after her wicked husband dies.

1 Samuel 25:32–33

And David said to Abigail, “Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who sent you this day to meet me! Blessed be your discretion, and blessed be you, who have kept me this day from bloodguilt and from working salvation with my own hand!

[willowandthesagaofgayyearning]

Ok so im in the trenches of The Fugitive (1993) hyperfixation and I was bored and decided to make a fake text conversation that Sam and Richard could have.

They’re so stupid and traumatised </33

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

I rolled out with the Video Team this morning toward Kansas City -- my first trip in six weeks. Last night Mom asked me if I was looking forward to it. When I responded with positive ambivalence, she said, "It's okay if you are," to which I said, "Then yes."

I love being home with you all, but I also love being on the road with my crew. I feel trapped when I'm in the office too long. I need to be on the go, meeting new people, and seeing people in other offices.

A request for drone footage took us to the middle of nowhere. When we stopped the van, I got out to stretch my legs. The weather felt like spring, and the farmland on both sides of the road was beautiful, so I took a walk and told the crew to pick me up when the drone landed.

When I came to a bend in the road, I met Steve Samuel -- "I have two first names!" -- on the edge of his property. He told me about growing up in Rogersville. He and Alice went to school together and used to alternate going to each other's houses for playdates when they were in kindergarten. Eventually they started dating and married. They couldn't have children, but they have nieces and nephews, and now chickens. It was good old-fashioned country conversation. He invited us to stay for dinner, but I told him we had to keep moving.

Will took this picture from the passenger seat of the Video Van as they were rolling up to pick me up. We made it to Kansas City around 7pm, I think. Ever since my 40th birthday, Kansas City always makes me miss Mom.

Dad.

Sparta, Missouri. 3.10.2025 - 2.54pm.

[kaixwinter]

LOCATION: Somewhere Downtown CLOSED for @samarmando

It had been a long time since Kai had gone this long without seeing Sam. It felt strange, but given how things had been left after the last time they were together, Kai wasn't surprised that Sam had been dodging his texts. Still, something was eating at him, something he couldn't quite explain. He didn't like the radio silence, but it seemed there was nothing more that he could do short of showing up on Sam's doorstep and asking what the hell was going on. But, he wasn't going to do that. If the roles were reversed, Kai wouldn't like that, so he wasn't about to do it to someone else.

The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than ever, his darkened hands were buried deep in his pockets as he walked down the street towards where his car was parked. Across the street, Kai spotted a familiar frame, and he quickened his pace to cross over and catch up with him. Appearing in front of Sam, Kai tilted his head. "Hey, stranger. You've been avoiding me."