#SAMHLAIOCHT

[consultingsister-a5]

james bond never has to put up with this sort of shit. {From Severin!}

a meme / for @samhlaiocht + severin moran

"James Bond wore fancy suits all the time, you fucking bet he dealt with this shit."

It was the fourth suit that she had forced her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Despite promising it would take less than an hour, they had already been here for two.

Celia sits crossed-legged on the silk-lined fainting couch, sipping her third glass of champagne. Dressing other people comes in a close second to dressing herself. She gets all the enjoyment of new shiny things without having to get half-naked in a little room with a curtain. Actually, to be fair, most of the shops she buys from do have proper dressing rooms. "Anway, you said you were up for spending some time together. What happened to our sibling bonding time?" She gins, cheekily.

The editor tilts her head and considers. "Mm, nah, I liked the second one better. Do you need a plus one to the wedding?"

[shieldretired]

{Drops a wicker basket on Steve's porch containing: Art supplies (He really tried hard to pick a sketchbook and paints that he thought would be good but he's not 100% sure), strawberry cookies that he baked himself and a handmade voucher that says 'Free Lawn Services for a year'. There's also a note attached that says 'Happy Birthday, Rogers. Hope it's not too wild. Frank' }

birthday shenanigans 2023 (always accepting)

                                 STEVE NEEDS TO SIT DOWN ON THE PORCH STEPS WHEN HE FINDS THE WICKER BASKET, trying to calm down from his laughing fit that is paired with another emotion he can't quite name, but it makes his heart flutter a little. It's a weird combination, and Steve needs 5 minutes to compose himself. Then he carries the basket inside (already shoving strawberry cookies into his mouth), pulls the new sketchbook and the other supplies out, and gets to work. 

                                 40 minutes later, he snaps a picture of the sketchbook and the surrounding art supplies (and one (1) remaining cookie). The detailed drawing shows a stylized Steve (he picked the chibi art for it because why not?) that runs over his front lawn, the wicker basket held high over his head, obviously very excited. In the front, there's Cookie the dog rolling his eyes. He sends Castle the picture together with a message:

[text: Frank Castle ☠️] Thanks a MILLION, this is amazing [text: Frank Castle ☠️] Where did you buy these cookies, I need more

[somewherebetweenrage]

@samhlaiocht continued from here

   It hadn’t exactly been a sophisticated greeting – ‘why aren’t you dead?’ really? – but the figure on the ground is apparently too preoccupied to care. He pushes himself to his elbows, then his feet, nowhere near as injured as any normal human should be (but then, the world is home to a lot more super, meta, enhanced humans than it used to be).

   Eyes drop to the vibranium arm that the stranger stretches out between them, catching sight of it only a second later than his mutation. Ferrokinesis brushes over the metal, feeling each joint return to its proper place, admiring its construction.

   A comment about regularly being thrown from moving trains dies in his throat, replaced with fascination at the metal limb. The mutant has heard of Bucky Barnes; now it’s time to test if the soldier has heard of him. “Erik Lehnsherr.” A half-second pause. “Your arm is impressive.”

[fiirstnephalem]

samhlaiocht asked: "Close your eyes and take my hand. And don't peek, I'll know if you do." {From Bucky for Sima's bday!}

"Okay...?" HIS INSTRUCTIONS HAD BEEN clear, but that did not stop her from questioning what he was up to in her mind. Nonetheless, Sima followed the instructions that he'd given her, and with the small pressing together of her lips, she closed her eyes and extended out her hand so that she could take his, waiting for what might happen next.

@samhlaiocht SIMAS BIRTHDAY 2023 / ACCEPTING

[vxctorx]

@samhlaiocht​​

continued x

As he regards the pistol which is tauntingly thrusted in his direction, the corner of his mouth inches into a grimace that is suspiciously reminiscent of a pout. ❝—For your information, I know how to use a gun, and I happen to be an excellent shot. It’s only that my targets have never consisted of people.❞

[hvbris]

@samhlaiocht sent: “There’s no such thing as happy ever after. It’s just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.” {For Luxa from Hades!} from: Sad Sentences, Vol. 1

"Yes, father. I understand."

As usual, a very heartwarming and comforting sermon from the King of the Underworld. Luxa was used to those by now, and she supposed it fit the gloom of the decor. Not that she didn't like it here, she did. She felt right at home, surrounded by death. Like a fish in water. But she sometimes wished her dad could be less... unequivocal.

"I simply thought... Well, perhaps I could learn things, at Camp Half-Blood."

[fangsforhire]

@SAMHLAIOCHT followed from | ℒ |

‘Almost like I have a sixth sense.’ Brakes had shrieked to a halt, graceful maneuver having caused him to park abruptly beside Frank; gun still resting against the steerling wheel; far from comforted by the stench of destruction in the air. ( Ah, he should have known it would involve Castle. When didn’t it around these parts? There he was in bloodstained glory, looking like something out of a horror movie. ) Ugh, there went his plans to keep a clean car. There was no doubt the second he entered, that he would stain fine upholstery yet his mind had been made up, the second he’d spotted him. Who knew? It seemed the Punisher had grown on him. Bloody hell.

‘Get in. I have a first aid kit in the glove box and I’ve got your six, until you’re settled. Who did you royally piss off this time? You realise they’re still after you, so make a move, hm?’

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

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Thank you so so much!!!! You are so wonderful and I'm so lucky to be able to write with you.

[fortitudina]

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*OOC. ------ Dis is me, coming to grab you for all the love. I'ma get you, Nessa!

[first13]

happy birthday bubble butt @samhlaiocht ♡

Today was about him, and her covering his apartment walls were a part of the surprise. It was his artwork, things she had collected in the years when he was on the ice. Things from his old apartment, things from the war, his doodles and sketches, things that seemed to mean more than what met the eye. It wasn’t exactly protocol for Peggy to have collected them, stolen them more like… But they would have just ended up relics in museums paying homage to Captain America.

If there was one thing Peggy was adamant about was that Captain America belonged to the world, his artwork belonged to Steve Rogers, and so she made sure it remained that way.

She had moved the furniture a bit, and made a path so they could walk through the apartment with ease starting with his earlier works up until now, she had even hung fairy lights up to illuminate each piece. 

In the middle of the living room was a pillow fort, cleverly propped up by his shield, the sofa and some sheets, inside, a home-cooked meal and on the balcony, (so the super solider would less likely hear it immediately) was a box with ventilation, another surprise waiting for inside it for him.

Finally, she moved to her tiptoes to remove his blindfold, waits a few moments for him to take it in and then bites her lip. “You are an Artist first and foremost and every artist deserves an exhibit.” She smiles, “I thought some of these may have been lost but I remembered back in the day I made sure the SSR kept some things. Apparently, their hiding place hadn’t changed in all these years.”  Finding herself a little nervous she does her best to look confident, though she’s sure Steves learned her quirks now more than ever. “I think Bucky has some guy things planned this weekend if all of this is a little too mushy… but we were talking about us and what that looked like… This is what it looks like, at least for me.” Peggy nods, “You see the world can have Cap, he’s amazing, but didn’t fall for him. I fell for the man that walked into Camp Lehigh with all the odds stacked against him and overcame them.” Peggy takes his hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “I knew when I caught you sketching that dancing monkey on your USO tour that your art was a way of expressing what you couldn’t say. It’s special. Which means it’s special to me too. I’ve found as many as I could, you don’t even have to tell me about them if you don’t want… we can just walk through, and you can show me your world, your thoughts, feelings and observations. I’m happy to just admire all that you're and your story through your lens.” She intertwines her fingers with his, “Then after I need you to bring the box in from the balcony.” She smirked.

[consultingsister-a5]

every time i get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. {from Sherlock!}

a meme! from @samhlaiocht

"Sherlock Holmes with a headline scandal, who would have thought."

Celia throws the paper back down onto the coffee table, laying out across her brother's sofa. Murder case yet unsolved screams out in bold black letters into the room. You could only just see the top of the woman's head in the photo, clearly blonde despite the black-and-white image. From the moment Celia heard the news she knew it would become an obsession for Sherlock. Personal connections will do that to a person. "You are close, this doesn't mean start from the beginning; it means take three steps back and try again."

She knows that if she was in his shoes, she would be the same. The Holmes' do not like to lose or be wrong. But it's easy to say these things, sound wise and patient.

"You know, when I go to Italy in the summer, I convince myself I could live like that forever. Sitting by the lake, no one knowing who I am or expecting something from me. Walk to the market, reading romantic fiction. Taking a lover who doesn't know anything but how to fuck me. And then on the second last day, I think-- if I had to live like this forever, I'd kill myself just for something interesting to do."

Her gaze moves from the ceiling, back to Sherlock. "This is the price for living an interesting life Sherlock, don't wish it away."

[shieldretired]

@samhlaiocht in response to stargazing

                                     "MY, YOU WANNA STARGAZE WITH ME?" Steve says with a grin before he lowers himself on the ground with a grunt, stretching out his right knee and massaging it a little, trying to ease the pain. The sudden low blowing cooler air from the ocean on the East Coast is fucking with his injury today, and it's annoying. "I have actually no idea what is what up there. Except for Ursa Major. Funny for a guy who went to space once, hu?" he adds with a grin as he reaches out to ruffle Cookie's fur a little.

[somewherebetweenrage]

@samhlaiocht continued from here

   It’s not unusual for them to be so close to each other, not in recent weeks, and especially not since their first near-kiss a week ago. The crackle of potential weighs heavily in the air between them, licking against skin like flames and raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

   Erik isn’t stupid; he knows this is no longer about helping Maria find her feet, and maybe it’s not even about helping her find Frank anymore. Frank. The man’s presence has lingered in both their minds this whole time, holding them back, making them hesititate. But not now. Now when Erik turns to her and her face is only inches from his, the mutant finally speaks the words they’ve both been waiting for for so long.

   Her answer is to nod and press her lips to his, and Erik doesn’t need telling twice. Calloused fingers lift to stroke up her neck and cradle her jaw, thumb gently encouraging those lips to part so he can deepen the kiss. Unoccupied hand reaches out to pull Maria closer, bodies pressed close, scents intermingled. Throat rumbles with a pleased hum at the taste of apple on her tongue, body taut with being forced to take things slow - now the floodgates have opened he wants to kiss everywhere, taste everything.

[shieldretired]

                             STEVE HAS THE SUDDEN IMPRESSION THAT HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS SIDE OF CASTLE. That's a bit sad because it's definitely a side no newspaper tells you about, and Steve knows a thing or two about being depicted one way in the media and actually being a lot different from that public image. "Aw," he makes, and it's a bit over the top, a bit teasing, but only because he thinks Castle would appreciate that a lot more than hearing how cute Steve thinks that actually is. "You're a big softie under all that gruffness, Castle. Hey, hey, we could have a playdate? There's usually an asshole chihuahua in the dog park that bullies Cookie all the time, so he doesn't get to play with other dogs a lot." Now he smirks. "You could bring Max over when you mow the lawn."

"He's a rescue?" Frank's lips lift into an impossibly brighter smile at the knowledge. There's something about dogs from the shelter that just gets him right in the chest. He scratches Cookie's belly, grinning down at him for a moment before returning his attention to Steve. "Oh -" He realises suddenly that he's let down his guard more than he intended to. Straightening, he nods, hands coming to his pockets. "Yeah. I do. His name's Max. He's a pitbull who I rescued from the Kitchen Irish when I took down one of their safehouses. Couldn't leave him behind me, he kept looking up at me with these sad eyes. So now it's me and him."

[bccksmarts]

Just a bit of art based on a thread w/ @samhlaiocht, nothing to see here....... 😳

And no, I have never drawn mister Malfoy before until today, sue me, I needed the practise and I'm really happy w/ how this came out 🙈

[fluorescentmortem]

❧ tloz: tears of the kingdom starters ☙

➤ @samhlaiocht asked: ❝ what are you doing in a place like this? ❞ { From Greg! }

   ❝Oh! Greg!❞ Molly waved at him, her lips forming a bit of a wonky, nervous smile, ❝I'm guessing Sherlock didn't tell you—❞ Typical and on brand for him, honestly. A sigh escapes her, gloved hands resting on her hips. ❝I'm doing an on scene examination. Weird, isn't it? He couldn't wait for it to come into my morgue so he called me out. Actually stopped off at Bart's and picked me up.❞ ...And then she realised what she'd just said, which could be taken any and all different ways—

   ❝He didn't, you know, pick me up and carry me out, I mean—❞ Molly, shut up, ❝He—um—text me and said it was urgent, met me outside the hospital and we got a cab here.❞ Good save, so she thought. Not really. ❝—Anyway, I hear this one's a... uh... level 8? He grades his cases, weird, but that's what I got told.❞