#x. sam threads

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where / the ford residence (pool house) when / late afternoon with / zach @saddleoiled

"fuck." whatever sam grabbed hold of to pull himself up off the floor had given way under his weight, sending him face first into a pile of half inflated pool floats and foam noodles. sam rolls over to his back. his jeans are twisted around his ankles and the concrete floor is somehow ice cold on his bare ass despite the overwhelming heat outside and the sweat dripping down his forehead.

"swear to god if you you fuckin' laugh at me right now i'm never doing this again. help me up." he holds his hand up in the air, waiting for zach's help. this is what he gets for fucking on the job. not that it's the first time. and even if zach does laugh at him, he's sure it won't be the last.

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"karma? either you've done some evil shit or karma's working overtime. can't imagine you doing anything to deserve that." as long as sam has spent blaming her, he can't imagine her doing anything that would stack the deck that high against her.

sam flops back down on the couch next to her, tilting his head back too, mimicking her posture. he takes a drag on his cigarette and nudges the carton against her hand. if she won't eat a donut maybe bennett will take a smoke. "what's there to catch up on?" sam laughs, "not shit has changed here until this morning. you bring a man with a coke habit back to town with you?"

she honestly couldn’t have said it better herself. honestly, watching sam move around to get his cigarettes, she couldn’t help but imagine if she had said that to andrew’s face. instead of sobbing and calling him all the creative names her mom taught her when she was screaming at her father, bennett should’ve just blinked at him and said well, shit. maybe it would’ve knocked the wind out of andrew’s sails a bit. picking at her fingernails as sam apologized, the brunette lifted a shoulder in a shrug.

“i guess we can call it karma,” she said, tilting her head back until she was staring up at the ceiling. wondering if maybe gravity could take the stifling pain out of her head. “y’gunna tell me about what i missed around here while i was gone?”

[princess-and-charming]

dean and y/n text thread;

god i love but hate these idiots XD (i’ve got so much more but for when they’re actually a couple I’M EXCITEDDD)

Based on ‘Genesis Primis: A Supernatural Series Rewrite’ of ‘The Old Testament Series’

[uncoveredbutterfly]

[dianawinchester03]

jo and y/n text thread (besties edition);

this one wasn’t requested, it’s of my own doing and it’s because i love my ‘skank’ and ‘slut’ duo <3

Based on ‘Genesis Primis: A Supernatural Series Rewrite’ of ‘The Old Testament Series’

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his thumb scrolls through what feels like an endless string of texts and speculations, from names he hasn’t thought of in years. all confirming news that had passed him by while he slept. he seems his name pop up more than once, asking the same question shannon had woken him up with. from her, it feels likes cruel than from these people who barely spoke to him ten years ago.

“there’s no fuckin’ way,” he says to himself. “if coach was gay, i woulda known. in a place like this? he woulda popped up on an app or somethin’! he woulda done numbers on scruff.”

but then again, he’d taken an interest in sam, hadn’t he? nudged him and aaron together without any particular reason why, just that he thought they’d get along. sam rubs the heel of his hand into his eye and passes shannon’s phone back. he’s seen enough. “kinda sad, ain’t it? wonder if his wife knew about it.”

“read.” shannon tosses her phone in sam’s direction with no further explanation, open to her texts with the whole story infused with side comments that say ‘oh my fucking god’ and ‘damn who knew coach liked a lil nose candy??’ — all of which, of course, were followed up by the obligatory ‘may he rip.’ shannon hasn’t had the chance to chime in yet considering she’d been rendered unconscious until about two minutes prior, but her old friends have pretty much summed up all of her sentiments.

well, all except one tiny speculation that she doesn’t quite share about her roommate, even though she just barged into his room to debunk their suspicions.

“if you fucked him to death, you can tell me. i won’t tell the cops, obviously — not that it’d matter, ‘cause you know, he had a fuckin’ heart attack. i don’t think anyone’s ever been convicted of that or there’d be a bunch of 20 something women in prison right now just because they wanted a sugar daddy and got unlucky.” and now that she thinks about it, she’s always thought that might be her someday too — and it’d be absolutely fucked if sam beat her to the punch. “i always did think his wife was, like, way too fucking hot for him to be totally straight.”

[thatonebirdwrites]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51626497/chapters/170039260

I finally finished this chapter. There's only three left of this fic, and then this behemoth is DONE. Whew. I wish I wasn't so sick so this could go a bit faster...

EXCERPT:

KARA-Z

The explosion rips through the cavern, the pillar of metal and energy torn apart. Parts of its exterior still clutched in her hands, Kara is thrown backward, into the wall. She crashes through it and falls into a different, quieter chamber. The ground shakes beneath her. Groans and cracks echo in the caverns, and stalactites crash to the ground. With her superspeed, she smashes her way from the crumbling chambers, dashes down the falling corridor, and sights a crevice in the rock above her. With a burst of speed, she flies into it, her suit ripped by jagged rocks.

Up and up she speeds, until she smashes through a rock wall and zips into the ocean. Salt water presses around her, but she swims for the surface, her limbs a blur, her eyes stinging. Her lungs ache for breath.

She shoots into the air. Water cascades off her suit and body. Higher and higher she flies until ice crystals form. She spins and ice and water fly off her body as it dries. Below her the ocean churns with energy.

A discordant sound rings through the air, the violet light crackling and spitting at its broken edges. In the distance, farther out to sea, she sees a pillar of violet. She speeds through the air, circling the Earth in its upper atmosphere, and she counts seven pillars. Most thin and perhaps  easily destroyed, but the one that pours out the highest concentrations of energy — the light thick like a Sequoia tree — emits from a massive stone in Ireland. 

Lena, Kara-Z thinks. She slams into the ground near the pillar, the ground cracking at her feet. Energy wafts off the stone, and it sickens her. Her emotions flare, her vision swims with dots, and she backs away, gasping for air as if caught underwater. She stumbles and pushes her way through a rocky field, sloshes through a creek, until she drops to the ground at the edge of the massive energy field. Her fingers dig into the dirt, and anger pulses through her body. She can’t think, her anger, the squeals of energy, the rippling violet sky — it all scrambles her senses, her thoughts disorderly, but one sound peaks through the turmoil.

A clear consonant harmony, one full of love and gentleness wraps itself boldly around her spirit. It tugs her to the west, and with a disorienting jerk, she’s catapulted from her body and to a glowing circle of magic by National City’s harbor. Lena glows with gold energy, Nia at her side with hints of blue in her hands, and a shimmering gold-violet overlaps Kara’s body, like a not quite snug glove.

All her focus turns to Lena, her love, the one light shining through her pain and discombobulation.

Lena, her eyes still closed, finishes her chant, and gold energy pulses so bright it blinds. Waves course through Kara, and saturates the ground and air. A tentative hope pulses in time with the harmonious ring of Lena’s magic, and above them, the sky burns a bright blue, the edges of the horizon jagged shards of violet. She reaches out to brush her fingers against Lena’s cheek.

Lena opens her eyes and turns to her, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes sear with an intensity that burns away the vestiges of Kara’s disorientation.

“Lena,” Kara says her name as a prayer. She doesn’t know how long she has before this moment ends, before she’s catapulted away, before the anger returns and devours her thoughts. “Lena, I destroyed a pillar. More exist, but their energy converge on Ireland. The fourth treasure of those Tuatha people. I can’t breach its field.” She thinks of the other pillars of violet light, how they are fainter but all interconnected. Words to describe the map in her head won’t form, and she clenches her fists frustrated.

Lena reaches toward her, and her fingers brush against Kara’s shoulder and pass through the shadow-y form that shimmers out-of-sync with Kara’s own body. A gorgeous wrinkle between Lena’s eyebrows forms. Kara wants to smooth it away with her thumb. Her shadow doesn’t move with her, and coldness slaps Kara. She turns to see a mirror image of herself, half inside her own body. 

Red Daughter. Anger, fear, and worry collide in a nexus of complexity that freezes her movements. Her clone who had saved her life, given her the power to stop Lex, but who had also killed her and threatened all she loved.

[ekaterin1701]

Threads vs Moebius. I’ve only just realised that they’re wearing the same colour tops 😀 ❤️

[agent-troi]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill, Mark Carter & Sam Carter (Stargate) Characters: Sam Carter (Stargate), Jack O'Neill, Alternate Sam Carter (Stargate), Mark Carter (Stargate) Additional Tags: Episode: s03e06 Point of View (Stargate SG-1), Episode: s08e18 Threads (Stargate SG-1), Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Laughter, Happy Ending, Idiots in Love Summary:

"I know you don’t have a lot of reasons to smile right now, but I was hoping to at least give you some.”

Sam blinked back tears. “Sir, I–”

“Carter– Sam– call me Jack. Just this once, okay?”

 A man, a plan, and a list, eight years in the making.

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"i'm comin', i'm comin." by the time sam has hauled himself out of bed and put on a shirt, dixie has probably already woken up all their neighbors. and on one of the few quiet nights in the trailer park. almost midnight and no police sirens? might be a record.

he lights a cigarette and tosses the pack on the table by the door before he lets her in. "a whole bottle, huh? where'd you swipe it from?"

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there was no way she was going to be sitting in her trailer all night by herself when she nabbed a whole bottle of ketel one vodka. someone in that damn park had to be awake and unoccupied. dixie knew just who she was going to annoy first. the gravel popped as she walked quickly down the row until she reached their house.

"sam! i know you're in there hiding, come out a play i brought gifts." she'd say snacks but they were still back in the trailer. there was only so much a girl could carry and on her salary there was no room to waste anything. dixie had always liked sam. he was fun and that's the type of thing dixie needed in her life. plus his stories always cracked her up. "c'mon sugar, don't make me drink this alone. i stole it fair and square."

[thepassionateapathetic]

Shifted | Closed

@brxised-bxtterfly-wings

Atilla swallowed hard, mouth now dry. He inhaled, intent on speaking but found that the words weren't there. Perhaps Sam would think this was a dumb request. The older man's shoulders fell as he gave a smile, shaking his head. "No, just--its the anniversary of my wife's death and I haven't--" No, this was too much information. "I'm sorry." He chuckled and shook his head once more. "This is too sad to talk about right now." Atilla waved a hand as if to clear the air. "Don't worry about it."

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where / sweetwater clinic when / late night with / ricky @eastcfeden

it's been a long night and at this point, sam is ready to grab a needle and do his own stitches. how long has he been waiting, holding a wad of gauze to his forehead? long enough to watch the sun set and wear his phone down to 2%. he'd turned it off an hour ago so he could call Shannon for a ride home when all this was said and done.

sam wishes he'd thought to google workers comp, but when he'd had his phone to distract him he hadn't thought about it. of course.

the curtain around his bed swings open. "about fuckin' time. how short staffed are ya'll around here?"

[writermuses]

continued from here for @hornydemonrp

"Oh? Not a fan of my driving?" Emiko grinned from the driver's seat, her dark eyes flitting to Sam for just a brief moment before focusing on the road again. "Good thing I'm willing to let you drive us back to the city. Would be a bit rude of me to not let you have your fun, wouldn't it?" She definitely wasn't going as fast as she would if she were alone and, given the grin on her face, Emi suspected that Sam knew that, so she turned back to the road ahead, smiling as she sped up just a touch, the car smoothly moving into another gear.

With rosy cheeks, Emiko nibbled on her lip to stop herself from being even more obvious about her attraction to him. Sam was clearly far more clever with words than she was and it almost stung that she was so easy to read. Accepting the eloquence of his call out, Emi sighed and looked at him. "Oh, I'm definitely starved for something, but your hand isn't up my skirt, so I guess I'll have to focus on the road and the meal at the end of it."

[brokehorrorfan]

Terror Threads has a new Friday the 13th design featuring the various incarnations of Jason Voorhees by Yannick Bouchard and a restock of Sam Coyne's Friday the 13th Part 2 design.

T-shirts ($30) and zip-up hoodies ($50) are available to pre-order until Sunday, October 15, and will ship by November 18.

[princess-and-charming]

dean and y/n text thread p3 (freaky);

always matching each others freaks XD (finally I can post these!!)

Based on ‘Genesis Primis: A Supernatural Series Rewrite’ of ‘The Old Testament Series’

[thefvrious]

@leschanceux

"Do whatever you have to do." Sam said, waving his brother off. "I don't care if I get in trouble. I'm sick of this shit."