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I apologize for what I am going to say to you, but I have to. I am Ahmed from Gaza, married with two children. We live in the shadow of war and destruction. I lost my brother, my home, and most of my relatives. We have nothing left. I ask you to help, even a little, so that we can survive and protect my children. Any amount, even a small amount, will save our lives.

https://gofund.me/991535b1

I can't help dear, I'm in a tight situation of my own. But I hope this helps spread out to folks who can. Best of luck!

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i didnt forget about writing i just didnt do it😭 ill get on it so soon so sooon

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You grading your hater's hate😭

because if youre gonna hate at least do it right damn

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Introduction? Guide?

theres not much to say, i guess.

im skunk.

about me? im a girlkisser, a writer, and the coolest person youve ever met.

i mostly write for sam carpenter but i do also write and take requests for tara, amber, and korra (tlok).

so like uhh heres some stuff:

im just here for a good time guys ok guys

writing/request rules

masterlist

general rules

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REQUEST/WRITING RULES

just a few:

i DONT write incest, pedophilia, r*pe/noncon, large age gaps, male reader, any sort of toilet stuff kink

if you ask for ANY of these itll be deleted

if your ask is extremely specific i have the right to take liberties and adjust it

i have the right to ignore any request for any reason

i think thats about it

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SKUNKS MASTERLIST

there will be more...

SAM CARPENTER

Vacant Space

Come Here.

Whatever You Say

AMBER FREEMAN

nothing yet

TARA CARPENTER

Chad Rulez (Mindy, Too)

KORRA

nothing yet

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GENERAL RULES

i promise im reasonable :

if you're going to interact with me in any way i wanna see your age if i check your blog. it lets me know whos supposed to be interacting with what. i dont have anything up now, but i plan to answer some nsfw asks in the future that i dont want minors interacting with.

that being said, any minors or ageless blogs out there, please dont interact with my nsfw stuff. im not gonna sit here and check every single person i receive a notification from, but i will check a few here and there, so dont be surprised if all of a sudden your free ride comes to an end and you cant find my stuff

i shouldnt have to say this, but homophobes, racists, ableists, zionists/neutral, proshippers, etc. not welcome

feel 100% free to shoot an ask or request, i promise im very nice

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May i request somwthing with, Sam and reader on a movie date but reader is a nerd and rambles to Sam about the movie after and Sam finds it cute 🥹 you can do it however, I would like it nevertheless 🫶�� (I love grumpy x sunshine trope srry)

Whatever You Say

Synopsis: You've rediscovered your favorite movie, and with that comes lots of rambling. Sam doesn't mind much.

Warnings: I forgot I took the language out, my neck hurts, my foot hurts, fluff, The Outsiders spoilers I suppose

A/N: Let's hope "constructive criticism ☝️🤓" anon finds this up to par.

"I feel like... this is one of the few movies that do their book justice, you know?"

Sam looks up from the stove with a raised brow. It's been almost half an hour since the two of you finished watching The Outsiders, yet your enthusiasm hasn't wavered one bit since the moment she clicked play to the moment the end credits rolled (your tears, too, to Sam's secret amusement).

"Right," she says as she looks back to the spaghetti, more so to assure you she's still listening than anything else. Honestly, she's almost completely sure you wouldn't care if she wasn't.

"I mean, yeah, some people say it's not the best option, or, like... some aspects could be whatever, whatever, but it's good to me, though. You know?"

"Sure."

"Especially Johnny, I think. Like, Ralph was probably... one of, if not the best casting choice. He, like- he looks like a kicked puppy. Not saying that like- you know."

Sam lowers the heat on the stove, turning to grab the pesto sauce from the fridge. "I know, Y/n" she sighs as she opens the door, glancing in for a moment before reaching in and pulling out the pesto. She straightens up and turns back to the stove— and you, now that you've moved to lay half your body on the island— nudging the fridge door closed with her foot.

Sam opens the glass jar, dumping the remainder of the sauce into the pan unceremoniously. You watch with mild interest as you continue with your little analysis, or whatever it is you're doing. She has to admit, it is slightly endearing to see you so passionate about something, even a movie.

"I think people who still say the movie could have been better should remember the actual horrible movie adaptations out there. Like Avatar the Last Airbender," you say, tapping your hand on the island.

"I don't know what that is," Sam mumbles absently, stirring everything together, watching as meatballs disappear and spread out in the pan.

"It's something you never, ever wanna see, Sammy," you tell her matter-of-factly. Sam snorts.

"Anyways, those people are probably the same people who say the book didn't make sense in the first place. I didn't even know The Outsiders haters existed. Like, it... it makes sense. It does."

"Okay, Y/n, whatever you say," Sam says. She'll take your word for it. It was a good movie, she sort of sympathized with Darry. But she didn't really get into it the way you did.

"I mean, the whole movie is extremely symbolic, you know?"

"Uh..."

"I think it might be one of the best movie adaptations ever. I'll be honest, though, it's probably because the book was so good that the storyline does most of the work for the movie but..."

Sam looks up from the stove at you as you ramble on. She watches as you completely lose yourself in it, the way your eyes sort of light up and you have this little smirk whenever you get to a topic you especially enjoy. Sam leans forward on the counter.

After a long moment of you speaking with the absence of Sam's little hums of acknowledgement and 'sure's, you look up from the loose string on your shirt you'd been playing with, voice trailing off. You cock a brow at the look on Sam's face, something that makes her almost laugh.

"What?" you ask, confused. Sam just shakes her head and reaches over to turn off the stove, chuckling to herself. She turns away from you, making her way over to the cabinets where the plates are.

"Nothing," she says, though her tone is a little too amused for it to be nothing. You watch as she grabs two forks and brings it all back to the stove, piling both plates with generous amounts of spaghetti.

She puts a lid on the pan with the remaining spaghetti and carries the two plates to the table. She sets them down, in next to each other in front of your usual seats. You hop off of the island and take a seat in one of the chairs.

Sam settles herself in beside you and picks up her fork as you let out a little sigh.

"It looks good," you say, grabbing your fork as well. You use it to pick up some spaghetti, but when you lift it to your mouth you pause.

"You know what? I think if you watch the movie while you listen to the book it'd be a cool thing. 'Cause some parts will line up and you can see the stuff happening as it's being read, and stuff. Also, it's cool to see what's different."

You take a bite. Sam drops her gaze to her own plate and digs in. It's comfortably quiet for a moment. Your fork clatters against the table.

"I just feel like Johnny's death was such a necessary thing, like it was something we as an audience needed even though it broke our hearts, and— What?"

Sam sighs, though a soft smile takes over her features. She shakes her head, just looking at you for a moment.

"Eat your food, babe," she finally says, her smile still present as she looks back to her own food.

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Nah cuz frr. Like if they wanted to actually help you then they would’ve just gave you tips in a nice way you know😭 not judge your writing. Of courseeee I honestly love your fics <3 also thank you for feeding us with Sam content cuz we don’t get a lot😔

exactly. and it was so clearly backhanded too like can you st least try to act like youre helping 🤨 and i agree sam needs more loveee

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Help not someone judging your writing without you even asking for it💀 like if you asked people to give you tips okay. But wtf😭 bruh sounded like those old English teachers who are so strict that nothings rlly ever good enough. But just so you know your writing is amazing! Personally I really enjoy your fics :)

like what was their objective even like what was that 💀 constructive criticism my left ass cheek. also thank youu😭🫶 i write for people like you who actually read my shit with the intention of just having fun and shit not some random ass critic

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NO NO ITS OKAY I might be a little trippy this morning LOL because I slept 2 hours and u was drowsy the whole day, is it really not me?? Man now I feel kinda embarrassed 😭😭 I wasn't sure anyways, I don't remember what I exactly sent I'm not too sure (I have memory loss) but now I feel dumb for not asking at first 💔💔 but regardless, you don't have to rush yourself, take your time in writing friend, hope you have a great day skunk 🩷

yeah it really wasnt you😅 and dont be embarrassed haha at least you apologized (though you really didnt have to !)

have a great day toooo🫶

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For someone who runs a blog dedicated to writing fanfics, you're writing isn't the best. You only bother with punctuation and proper grammar when you're writing, but it should be all the time. "Not even tripping lol," you said. That's no way for an author to speak.

The first thing you wrote was promising, and I was excited for an addition to the few Sam Carpenter writers we have. It was decent, though I couldn't get much of Sam's personality from it. The next two fanfictions you wrote let me down. (one simply because I don't care for Tara much) Perhaps that's why I prefer it to you're lastest, in which you do write Sam with more personality.

My main issue with it is that you give Sam a casual, boyfriend-ish sort of vibe. That's nothing like they way she'd behave. I have hope that whatever you post next is up to par, though that hope is fading as I type.

-An unsatisfied reader who hopes to educate you with their constructive criticism

alright so first read through i can already see an error in your spelling. youre using the incorrect your/you're (which in this case would correctly be 'your'). this docks about ten points from your overall grade. it's a common mistake, but for someone sending a hate message about my grammar you should know better.

continuing my read it all looks relatively decent (aside from the fact that youre completely ignorant to some people preferring to text and chat like they speak) until i get to your silly little side note about disliking tara, which you make using parentheses. when you end a sentence with anything in parentheses, the correct move would be to put the period after it. on top of that, you continue to use the incorrect your/you're. minus ten points for each.

i noticed that in the last paragraph, you wrote 'they' instead of 'the'. minus ten.

your signature does need a bit more work, its not nearly as legible as it should be. it seems like it says something it obviously doesnt. it looks as though it says 'An unsatisfied reader who hopes to educate you with their constructive criticism.' we both know thats untrue, though, and it should read, 'A coward hiding under the anonymous button hoping to disguise their hate as constructive criticism.' that takes away about 25 points since your name is the bare minimum and you fucked that up.

your hate message gets an overall grade of 35%

-skunk, who urges you to get a fucking life and write your own shit if you dont like it

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Hello skunk, regarding about the person who requested a Sam fic and they also requested for another writer, I highly think that was me and I want to apologize if it was 🙏🏼 I'm not too sure since I forget a lot but I remember sending a request to your blog, I don't know if was the exact thing because I had two options in mind to send but I'm sure I know which one it is 😭 nevertheless, I apologize for the inconvenience and possibly wasting your time, I'm not lying when I say that I literally forgot that I requested you something 🙏🏼 I hope I didn't waste your time, I wanted to clarify because I don't want to be those people who request the same thing to authors intentionally. I hope you have a good day, skunk 🩷

not even tripping lol and it wasnt you at all. sorry if i made you feel all bad tho cs now i feel bad. if it ever is you (and i doubt itd be) you dont have to apologize to me. feel like i should be apologizing cs i didnt say which blog it was😅

why do i feel like actual poopy for making you write all that😭

which one do you think you sent me, though? i wanna make it up to you.

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I've been inspired Skunk. Do you lnow that TikTok trend where it's like "When they're all up on my girl in public but she thinks they're just being friendly" and it's that audio that's like COME HERE.

Can I request that.

Come Here.

Synopsis: Some guy's getting a little too close for comfort. Unfortunately for Sam, you're oblivious to it.

Warnings: Language, jealous Sam, Not really controlling but bossy Sam, Just funny shit

A/n: i got your other ask clarifying who u wanted :))

Nothing is ever simple. Never.

Actually, there are a few things that are simple. A lot even. Things that are exactly as they're supposed to be, things that never have any extra complications.

With you nothing is ever simple. there has to be at least billion things that actually prove themselves to be what they should be, yet anything regarding you just can't be one of those things.

Like shopping.

It was supposed to be a boring little shopping trip. It was supposed to be quick. Pick up some things you need around the house, stuff you've ran out of and stuff you've suddenly realized you need. Maybe convince Sam to take you to Victoria's Secret and leave a dent in her wallet.

Honestly, Sam would prefer that to what's going on instead. She'd prefer anything over this. Like sleeping in, or watching a movie, or maybe punching that dude who's got his hand on your back.

What's worse is that you don't even seem to realize what he's doing. You've clearly been standing there for a while now, speaking to some stupid guy with a stupid chain and an even stupider fake deep voice.

At first Sam didn't even know where you were, you'd just wandered off. She'd assumed you were going to get something else on the list. When she caught up to you, finding you at the other end of the baking isle, she wished she'd followed you.

"Just need to start looking right, you know?" This guy says, standing much too close for comfort. "Pull a ten, maybe."

You nod, smiling. "I'm sure you will, Ryan," you say politely.

Sam can see the way his eyes rake over you, the look on his face so clearly filled with want it's actually ridiculous you're oblivious to it. Then again, you always have been. That's how you were with her.

"Shit, if I was like you, I wouldn't need to do all this. But you're just mad pretty," Ryan says, laughing for whatever reason. You're smiling kindly but Sam's got what's probably the dirtiest of looks on her face.

"Oh, thank you," you smile. Sam rolls her eyes. This dude's not your friend.

"Y/n," she says, making her presence known. Your eyes widen and an even bigger smile graces your face, head whipping in the direction you heard the voice. Ryan looks too, though his face is more curious than anything.

"Sammy," you say, as Ryan's hand drops from your back. Sam feels herself let out a breath despite the fact that you're still a little too close to this guy.

"Come here," she says, arms crossing.

"Hold on, this is Ry-" you begin, pointing at the guy who's now a good two and a half feet away, though you don't get the chance to finish.

"Come here." Sam points at the ground in front of her.

You tilt your head, glancing between Ryan and Sam, but you don't protest. You make a face, something between confusion and annoyance. Sam doesn't notice, or else she doesn't care.

"Now," she says, something in her voice possessing an odd sort of finality. You let out an exaggerated sigh and glance at Ryan, who seems to be just as confused as you.

"Sorry, Ryan," you say as you speed up. For some reason, this causes Sam to sigh and roll her eyes again.

She's irritable all of a sudden, you think. She shoots the not so poor guy a look, a look that has him stepping back even further.

"Let's go," she says impatiently as her eyes land on you, urging you to hurry up. You give her a look of your own.

"Why'd you do that?" you ask, despite the fact that you're doing exactly as she's told you to, glancing back like that dude's actually stupid enough to still be standing there. Sam grabs your sleeve and pulls you little closer even though it really doesn't benefit her in the slightest (besides making her feel better) and leans onto the cart.

" 'Cause I did. When you're shopping, you're shopping with me," she tells you, tone suggesting that you doing otherwise is an insult or something alike. "Not some weird ass dude."

"Ryan's not weird-"

"He's weird!" Sam cuts in, throwing a hand up. "Weird and wants you. You're with me, you're shopping with me."

You almost laugh. It's funny. What is she even talking about? Ryan wants you? That guy you just met? Sam notices your little smile out of the corner of her eye and scoffs.

"It's funny 'till he wants a smooch," she says, dead serious.

That does it.

You can't hold it any longer. You burst into a fit of giggles, smacking Sam on the arm. "He was being nice, relax," you laugh, as Sam rolls her eyes for the millionth time.

"He doesn't need to, he's being a little too nice."

"It's not that deep, I promise!" you tell her, grin unwavering.

"It's always that deep! Everybody wants you! All the time! I do!" Sam shoots back, instinctively straightening up as you grab the cart, shaking your head and beginning to push it down the isle. She nearly pulls her hair out when you start fully laughing at her again.

"Made me forget what I was over here for," you say to yourself as Sam follows behind you, saying something about the elderly crossing guard across the street checking you out.

"So you need to stay with me all the time!"

I dunno how to end this guys

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i was going to finish that long fic i mentioned before (i swear on my left toe i was writing it 🙏) but i was scrolling through tumblr and found that the blog who requested it actually sent it to another sam writer as well. nothing against the person who asked but i probably wont finish it (if i do itll be something i do in my spare time) since they have already gotten someone to and I currently have a lot of asks.

that being said expect something new soon tho

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Hiii, don't worry about it! You wrote it so well!! I loved it!! Thank you so much!!!🙏🏻

-🥭

youre welcome !! ngl it was kinda fun to write😅

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Heyyyyy!! I have a Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader request!

Chad and Mindy drawing on Reader and Tara's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.🙈

Chad Rulez (Mindy, Too)

Synopsis: Tara's got a little something on her face... Hey, so do you!

Warnings: Language, Tara being evil

A/n: dont ask about the title. also i wasnt ignoring you 😰 ive been doing a lot (especially with that long ass thing im writing haha)

By no means are you an artist. You've never willingly set foot inside an art gallery. Those blobs of color on top of other blobs of color don't represent much to you besides boogers. Art doesn't speak to you the way it seems to speak to others.

Usually.

But right now? As you're laying there in bed, all sleepy-eyed and groggy, having just woken up to the sound of snickering, that marker mustache on Tara's upper lip is really saying something. Her whole face is speaking to you, actually, especially the sloppy CHAD RULEZ scrawled on her exposed forehead.

It makes you giggle despite the situation, already knowing what Chad (and if you knew anything about the twins, Mindy, too) had gotten up to. It's a quiet sound, muffled by your hand as you try not to wake your girlfriend, already planning to take a picture or ten before you do wake her.

Though your giggle is quiet, it makes the brunette stir, and you internally wonder how the hell she slept through being drawn on by those two babies.

That's right, those babies.

Those babies that are currently hunched over the two of you, doing their absolute best to keep their composure as they watch you. It's funny, you think. Almost enough to make you laugh, the nearly dead silence, the thick atmosphere as the the three of you just keep glancing between each other and Tara. The twins definitely seem to be enjoying this more than you, Chad in particular looking like he's about to explode. He's got his hand covering his mouth as he makes funny little noises behind it.

A particularly loud snort pushes you over the edge and you burst into laughter, your laughs causing both the twins to break. The three of you can't control yourselves at this point, and it makes Tara's face twitch into an expression of confusion, eyes still closed as she lets out a sleepy groan.

"Guys, can I fucking-? Is it-"

She can't even formulate a proper sentence with all this noise and her grogginess, so she opens her eyes to at least give the three of you a glare.

But it's not a glare that takes over her face, it's a look of shock and then a wide smile as her laughter joins your own. You're confused, but not too confused to calm down, the homemade tattoos on Tara's face (and maybe your lack of sense in such early hours) making your ribs hurt as you laugh.

"Holy.." Tara struggles out as she grips your nightshirt, trying and failing fo fight back giggles. "What the fuck?"

You shake your head. "I don't— Oh my God!— I don't know, you just look-"

"I look? You look-"

And then it dawns on the two of you. You can't stop laughing, but you hastily fumble around for your phone on the nightstand as Mindy smacks your leg, cackling.

"Fina-fucking-lly!" she exclaims as she and Chad nearly fall to the floor laughing. Chad is quite literally choking. You open your camera and your eyes almost pop put of your head when you see yourself. You've got 'tattoos' similar to Tara's, a goatee to match her mustache and a much neater MINDY TOO on your forehead to match Chad's signature on Tara's. You look like a Halloween costume version of a criminal.

Tara all but snatches your phone, her expression mirroring yours as she sees her own face. She looks back up at the twins.

Then at you.

Then at Chad.

"Is that a sharpie?!" she exclaims, throwing the blankets off of her in a sudden burst of energy. Chad's laughter subsides and he glances down at his hand that is holding a sharpie. He drops the sharpie and grips Mindy's shirt from behind, pushing her in front of him as Tara steps up close.

You scramble up as well, knowing from experience that Tara's awfully scary when she's angry, even if she is only the size of half a Chad. Chad knows this, too.

"Wait, it wasn't even my idea, I don't even, I- I don't — Tara!"

But Tara's not listening. She's picked up the sharpie and is holding it like a knife. Mindy shakes Chad off of her, rushing out of the way in favor of not being caught in the crossfire. You wrap your arms around your girlfriend from behind, holding her back.

"No, it's funny, this is fun, come here!" she says to Chad, her tone saying the exact opposite her words are. "It's your turn."

It was, in fact, Chad's turn.