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Little chapter rewrite sneak peak 😋 I love putting my favorite character through pain and suffering

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Guess what guys, I wanna yap (so surprising I know) so y’all will listen. I wanted to talk about the reason I compare Sammy to a cow in my head, specifically a bull.

Sammy is born and raised in Texas (REPRESENT) so obviously the first thing a lot of people think of is cowboys and yeehaw, with that added with the fact that she actually lives on a farm, it isn’t a leap in logic to pair her with some farm animal. Sammy also has a close relationship with a cow. She talks about Bessie in a very special way and seems to hold her to the same regard as Ben holds Bumpy (More in my opinion as she’s had her so much longer). This along with her being a family body (Herd mentality) makes sense so her animal representation being a cow makes sense.

My thing is that I think she represents a bull more than a cow.

Sammy is strong and brave, often ready to put herself in harms way to keep the people she cares about safe (All the nublar six do which speaks on all their character). She more often than not uses her body and strength to protect people (Kicking and fighting multiple people and even dinosaurs). Bulls of the herd are the ones who protect the cows and children from predators, putting themselves in danger for their own.

One of the biggest things that make me see her as a bull is the negative reactions bulls will have if they don’t have a herd.

Both bulls and Sammy show the same traits when separated from their “herd”, heightened aggression and stress. Over the course of the second series, Sammy has been shown to be anxious and irritable, to the point where the people who know her are confused, specifically Yaz. When she and Yaz were in the car, Sammy was so nervous that Yaz had to literally talk her down from driving them off the rode. The entirety of season 3 is her being passive aggressive and snappy with Yaz. I think it comes from the fact of why Yaz left.

“Aren’t I supposed to keep her safe? Why leave if that’s what I was doing? Why not tell me to stop?” Same way bulls will get overly protective of their cows to the point of aggression. If a bull does protect it’s herd, what is it good for?

I think Sammy is going through a mental dilemma with this partial mindset, causing her to overcorrect and protect herself since she thinks no one else needs her to protect them.

That’s all ( Probably could’ve written it better but that’s what I got for now)

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I know it’s been a month since I updated my fic (I moved n all that good stuff) but I was thinking about it and I think I want to rewrite the last chapter because I didn’t like how it turned out. I feel like I could do better and take the story in a more composed direction. How do we feel about that?

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Don’t be like this kids, this is mean 🙁😟😞

Plot twist yasammy doesn't get back together and they get with last minute men who obviously are replacements and have the same personality as the other

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Plot twist of a plot twist, the replacements don’t stay cuz even tho they act like Yasammy, Yasammy doesn’t want someone like each other, they want each other (This was made out of spite of the original post 🥱)

Plot twist yasammy doesn't get back together and they get with last minute men who obviously are replacements and have the same personality as the other

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I actually did the thing I said I would do (Surprisingly) but yeah here’s the beautiful song that paired with my fanfic so well.

I wanted to add onto the video itself with the artistic choices or thing I with it so here’s a list.

I drew Sammy’s dad to look almost nothing like her yet their backgrounds are almost the same color because deep down (Despite his denial) they are very similar and she aspires to be like him.

The blacked out man or Sammy’s “Dad” has curly hair like her because that’s what her actual dad imagines he would look like.

Sammy’s dad looks so remorseful at the end because (slight fanfic spoiler ig) he still loves her. After Nublar and almost losing her, he tried to do better, and he did for a time, but old habits and insecurities came out that night and now she’s gone and may actually not come back.

Sammy’s necklace is a heart that matches with Yaz and it slowly cracks as her and Yaz’s relationship crumbles (Not shown here but thought I’d bring it up)

Sammy ‘s hair is tied up for most of this because I like to imagine that her hair’s down when she’s comfortable or happy and she ties it up when tense.

Ok that’s all I can think of for now 😁 Pls ask questions or start conversations, I like answering them.

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Long Way Back to the Barn: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

When she said she didn’t want to go after Brooklyn, she expected pushback. She and Kenji already discussed the reactions of the other three members and knew they wouldn’t agree. Kenji already suffered so much with his family, he was rightfully tired. Sammy was… just so tired. Of running, of being scared, of being alone. She had just gotten to a point where she didn’t feel like the world was ending, only to get thrown back into danger. All because Brooklyn wanted to be a hero for some lab experiments.

She wanted to go home. She missed her farm, she missed her cow. She didn’t even know if Bessie and her calf were okay. She needed to go home.

But of course, of course, things couldn’t be nice.

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Now, she was sitting on a bed, in tense silence, with a woman who she couldn’t even look at.

“I feel like you ignored me when I asked you to hand over the phone.”

Stop. 

“I hear you, but I feel like you should be mad at Brooklyn, not me.” Sammy clutched the pillow tighter to her chest, clawing into it, hoping the shakiness in her voice wasn’t noticed.

“Right, but I feel like if you-” Please stop. “-moved more quickly, I could have gotten to her.”

Breathe.

Sammy sighed out a breath as she looked for a response. Her head was getting fuzzy. “I- I feel… like this isn’t just about the phone.”

She felt Yaz turn towards her. “Of course, it’s not just about the phone. You’re going home when Brooklyn might need us.” 

Why does my chest hurt? 

“I feel like you’re not being honest with yourself.”

Sammy’s head was hurting. She put the pillow on the bed, trying to calm her breathing. She turned to the woman beside her, “Excuse me?”

“You were so much happier around the Mballos than I've seen you be in a long time. I think that's because they were such a tight family,” Yaz said as she waved her hand, which Sammy subtly flinched at.

Don’t. Don’t you bring up family. Don’t you dare. 

“What does that have to do with anythin’?” Sammy was getting irritated. Yaz wasn’t listening to her. She hadn’t in a long time.

“Babe, you're still mad at your family for how they treated you.” 

How dare- 

“And I agree. They should have listened to you about how they run their business. But what I never understood was that you cut them out of your life completely!”

Cut them out of your life- 

You cut them-

Old suppressed memories began to pop up-

He was five. He was in excruciating pain after a cow had bitten his finger. Blood dripped onto the floor as he clutched his hand. “Daddy-” He cried as he came out of the barn, tears running down his face. “Daddy!” His Daddy was nowhere to be seen. He walked ten minutes back to his house, blood sliding down his arm by the time he reached the steps. His Abuela had rushed to his aid as she saw his trembling, bloodied state, snapping at her son for leaving her grandson alone. Turns out, his Daddy had come back home without him, all because his younger sister was throwing a tantrum.

Breathe. Everything is fine.

He was ten. He was sat in the front office of his school after a fight. His nose was bleeding, and his lip was sore. The office attendant called home, and his Momma answered. He heard yelling over the phone as the poor little lady at the front desk tried to calm his Momma down. After about five minutes, the office attendant put the phone down and looked at him with sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Your mom’s not coming.” He had simply nodded and asked for some tissues for his nose. When he was picked up late after school, his Momma yelled at him for waking his sister up when she was sick, all because he got into a fight. He hadn’t told her that the other boys were talking about her.

I’m fine.

She was fourteen. She had just stepped onto the dock when she was pulled into a tight hug. She realized suddenly that her Daddy had thrown himself at her, holding her as if he feared she’d disappear. She couldn’t help but cry. Her Daddy was here now. She was gonna be fine as long as he took care of her, she was sure. It was only later that she realized that was the first time he ever hugged her.

I’m-

“Sammy? Sammy, look at me.”

She couldn’t breathe. The room was blurry, too bright, and too dark all at once. Her clothes felt like they burned. The room was stuffy and cramped, and the bed felt like spiders. She put her face in her hands, gasping for air. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home.

She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder, it hurt in a dull aching way. “Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Breathe. It’s okay, Sammy.” Yaz’s hand softly trailed from her shoulder to her knee as she crouched in front of her. She gently tried to take her hands away from her face, but she refused. Sammy pulled away from her, still crying. “Sammy- Sam, look at me. Please, please,” Yaz said as she again tried to take her hands. This time, she let her.

Sammy’s hands trembled as she let her girlfriend take them to her lap. Yaz ran her thumb over her knuckles with one hand while the other came up to wipe her tears. Sammy let her, despite the inner disgust it brought to her skin. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. I understand that it probably-”

“No, you don’t! You don’t! No you- you weren’t here! Haven’t been here! You can’t- don’t sit here and try and say you do!”

Sammy’s outburst startled Yaz. Yaz had seen Sammy in bad times, hell, an island of dinosaurs, but she’d never reacted like this. She had seen her angry, sad, scared, all sorts of emotions, but anguish was never one of them. 

“You ain’t listen to me when I told you before, and you ain't listenin’ now.”

“Sammy, listen, I get it. I…I’m sorry for the Brooklyn thing. You have every rig-”

“This ain’t about Brooklyn! This is about me and you! Not Brooklyn, or Ben, or Darius, or Kenji, or those stupid fuckin’ dinosaurs! Me and you!”

Yaz had to stumble back as Sammy abruptly stood and started pacing. She hugged herself as she went on a rant that didn’t even fully seem like she was talking to Yaz anymore. 

Yaz stood there, confused, and wondered how often this happens. Sammy didn’t pace, she thought it was bothersome. Sammy didn’t ramble, she thought she was being annoying. Sammy didn’t reject her touch, she adored physical contact. How much had Sammy changed? 

How long had she not been paying attention?

Yaz gently, like approaching an injured animal, stepped closer and hovered her hand right below Sammy’s elbow, softly stopping her pacing. She took Sammy’s forearms to make her turn to her. She rubbed her hands down her arms as she watched her girlfriend sniffle. 

“Okay. You’re right. I-” Yaz took a breath, “I haven’t been doing as I should, I know- I know I haven’t, and I’m sorry. I am. I just- I want everyone to be okay. Me, you, the boys, and Brooklyn.”

“You think I don’t?” All of Sammy’s anger seemingly was gone, she just looked exhausted. Her clothes felt like sores, and breathing felt like sandpaper. “I want everyone to be okay, too, but Brooklyn isn’t lettin’ that happen. She wanted to play hero, now look at us. We’re in a random place in Italy after bein’ chased around the globe, nearly died who knows how many times, we don’t even know what she’s doin’. Do you ever get tired of havin’ to look over your shoulder? Bein’ unable to sleep at night ‘cuz you think somethin’s watchin’ you? ‘Cuz I am.” Sammy shook her head, “I’m tired. I want to go home. I want my cow. I want to worry about whether my sink is broken or my air is workin’. Not this. I’m sick of this.”

For the first time in a long time, Yaz just looked at her. 

Her hair had lengthened over their time running, to the point of her shoulders, the dye at the tips fading to near black. She had gained a new scar on her face from one of the Dimorpodons that attacked her on the boat. Her eyes have hardened, no longer having that joyful glimmer in them, but could anyone blame her?

Yaz understood. Of course, she understood. She remembered when dinosaurs first came to the mainland, the way she had reacted. She felt how Sammy did now. Tired, scared, worried. All she wanted to do was live her life in peace, away from the island, but that wasn’t happening. She hated it. Now, she could go through her day as normal as ever, but Sammy clearly was struggling with something. Sammy took care of her when she was going through a rough time. She would hold her, kiss her, make her forget, even for a moment, that there weren’t giant lizards roaming free. She appreciated it beyond words. Honestly, she couldn’t imagine getting through that time without her.

Then she left. 

Did Sammy need her, too? Is that why she always worried and fussed over her? Was it her way of getting through it? Why did I never ask if she was okay? Why did I leave, knowing how deeply she felt absence?

Questions circled her mind as she looked at the woman wiping her eyes. She didn’t know if now was a good time to ask, but would they have another? This whole breakdown started with the mention of family, maybe she could start there.

“Sammy? Can I- can you answer a question for me?”

“I don’t wanna argue anymore, Yaz.”

“No- no argument, just-I just want your answer.”

Sammy looked at her, her eyebrows furrowing. She nodded slowly.

“What happened with your family?”

Sammy pulled away, “It’s not important.” 

“Sammy, you had a panic attack thinking about it. I think it’s important, babe.” Sammy opened her mouth to retaliate, “-But, if you don’t wanna talk about it, we won’t.”

Sammy stayed away from her, contemplating what she wanted, in truth. If Yaz was trying, shouldn’t she give her a chance?

Sammy looked down and hugged herself. “Let's… go for a walk.”

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My bad for radio silence 😅 been trying to get the next chapter out but it’s giving me some difficulty on the wording and writing but here’s a sneak peak

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FshFish my lord and savior 🙏

Sorry if this is too much

But I would love to see TLOU art?

Your art style is so yummy 😋 and it would be perfect with it.

I drew a shit ton of tlou a while ago! Unfortunately probably unlikely to make more soon but this is what I found

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Intro to the no title Sammy Fanfic

Even as a child, she knew she was different from her sisters. 

At first, she simply thought it was because she was the only boy. Then she became a girl, and nothing changed. The look in her Daddy’s eye when he got upset or drunk, her Momma’s face when she said certain things, and how her sisters got away with so many things. She could always name something that made her feel like the odd one out. 

She didn’t understand it. Why did Daddy like them more? Why did Momma never yell at them? She tried to be better. She did everything. Whatever her Momma asked. Helped Daddy with the farm. Always made sure her Abuela was okay. She thought it would be enough… It never was.

Now, all she could think about was how unfair it all was.

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Sammy hated going to Saturday dinners. 

She had to deal with her sisters’ pestering, her Momma’s nagging, and Pa’s criticism. The only real reason she went was for her Abuela. She knew it’d break her heart if she didn’t come. So here she was, at her parents' house, sitting uncomfortably between her sisters. She wanted to go home.

“Sammy, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Momma. You were talkin’ ‘bout the cattle.”

Her Momma narrowed her eyes for a moment before continuing. “Yes, well, I was thinking we should switch to a different supplement company, I heard about a good one that-” Her Momma would ramble into convincing herself this idea was a need thing if she didn’t stop her.

“I don’t know, Momma,” Sammy interrupted, “I think the supplements now are good. Changing the cows’ diet might cause ‘em to get sick.”

“Don’t interrupt her,” Her Pa’s gravely voice snapped. He always spoke to her like that. Like some commander, some authoritarian. Always her. She looked down at her plate as she bit her tongue. “Sorry, Pa. Keep goin’, Momma, I ain’t mean to cut you off,” She said, trying to move past it, but her family never let things like this slide.

“What have we told you ‘bout jumping into conversations?” Her Daddy scolded, like she was a bothersome child. He grumbled as he waved his fork around, “You’d think you’d outgrown that childish trait of yours.”

“Yeah, Sammy, so childish.” Her younger sister, Camilla, really was annoying, she had to admit. Was she that annoying as a teenager? “I said I was sorry.” Sammy gripped her fork tightly. “It ain’t gonna happen again.”

“I don’t even see why you said that. A few cows get sick, so what? We can always change back,” Her elder sister, Gabriella, said. Her sisters were always like this. Ever since she was young, they’d bullied her. When she liked Barbies and dolls instead of cars, when she wasn’t as tall as the other boys, they even bullied her for choosing her new name. When they were all young, she let it go, thinking that they didn’t know any better. She wonders now that maybe they did, maybe they just didn’t care.

“The cattle should stay healthy,” Sammy tried to explain, “Sickness will cause ‘em stress, and that will just cause a whole set of other issues.”

“You’re just worried about that dumb cow of yours. Maybe we should just make her meat. We’ve got plenty of replacements,” Gabriella and Camilla laughed as if it were funny. Sammy raised Bessie since she was thirteen. She loved that cow, they knew that. She looked to her parents, but they only snickered at their daughters' enthusiasm. 

“Hey! What have I told you all about Sammy’s cow, hm? How about I grill up that noisy cat of yours? At least the cow does something.” Her Abuela said as she turned her nose up. She huffed before looking at her and smiling, scrunching her face.

Sammy loved her Abuela with her whole heart.

They all quieted as the elder snapped at them. Despite everyone in the family seeming to love using her as a punching bag, her Abuela always stuck up for her. Even her rowdy cousins and demeaning uncles listened to her. She supposed she got lucky being her favorite grandchild.

“They didn’t mean it like that, Ma. They were just jokin’. Besides, if Sammy weren’t so sensitive, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Her Pa said to her mother, trying to ease her frustration. She waved him off, “Oh, hush, boy, I’m tired of you. Now I’m off to bed. Everyone better finish their food before anyone leaves.”

Everyone made a noise of acknowledgment as they watched her go down the hall. Sammy waited for her to disappear to her room before speaking, “Can I just take Bessie with me?”

The rest of her family looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

“I’m sorry? You want to take the cow? My best dairy cow?”

“Pa, it’s not like that. I just want her with me. I’ll give you all the milk she makes. I promise.”

Her Pa scoffed, shaking his head. He looked angry, Sammy didn’t know why. “See, this is why we can’t involve you in anything. You get all emotional and attached.”

What? “Pa wha- no I don’t. I’ve only been attached to Bessie, I don’t- why are you snappin’ on me suddenly?” Sammy didn’t understand why he was so upset. “You said you’d let each of us get an animal when we get a farm, any animal. Ain’t that what you meant?”

“I said my daughters could get any animal they wanted.” Why did he say it like that?

“...What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her Momma cut in, looking slightly frantic, “Nothing, Sammy, your Daddy’s just had a little too much to drink.” She waved her hand as her Pa continued glaring at her as if she’d committed a crime. Camilla and Gabriella had gone dead silent, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. 

“No, let him speak. What’s that supposed to mean, Pa?” She glared at him as he slowly stood. He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, before speaking in a dangerously low voice.

“You ain’t mine.”

Silence. The kind that squeezed the air out of the room. Sammy stopped. 

“W-what?” She stuttered. 

Her Momma tried to intervene, “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” She pulled on her husband’s arm, trying to make him do something, be quiet, take it back? She didn’t know, or care. All she could think about was his words.

“You’re Momma made a mistake once. I took her back because I knew that she didn’t mean it. Then you, You, came and I just knew. You couldn’t be mine.” Her Pa’s (?) voice was low and cold, as if her was speaking to someone he hated. Did he hate her?

“No- no you- you took care of me. Raised me. That doesn’t even make any sense. Do you hear yourself? Is this some joke?” Sammy almost pleaded. It had to be a joke, a sick joke. She was his. His daughter. His blood. She had to be. She looked to her Momma for answers, but she just turned her head away in shame. 

She stood up, rubbing a hand across her face. “D-daddy, come on, don’t- please don’t say that. Please. Daddy, please.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She was begging. To who? She didn’t know. I’m his. I have to be.

“I just said I ain’t your Daddy, girl. Get it through your head.”

“No- this is- why now? Why tell me now? Cuz you got mad over a cow you don’t care about? No- no. Why now?”

He didn’t answer at first. He was tense and looked like he might have even regretted what he said for a moment, but he was far too prideful to back down now. 

“I’m sick of actin’ like you are. I can’t stand knowin’ I raised another man’s child.”

Sammy shook her head and took a step back. “No- I’m yours. Your daughter. You can’t-”

“You ain’t!” He yelled, voice breaking. “Every time I see you, I’m just reminded of my failure as a man, my failure led my wife astray. You’re my consequence.” He quivered as he spoke, almost as if talking about it physically hurt him. 

“Momma. Ma. Tell me he’s lyin’. Please. Momma, please.” Her Momma put her face in her hands, and tears began to fall. 

No. Sammy’s ears were ringing. She looked at her sisters, who looked uncomfortable and guilty, yet not shocked. They knew. They all knew. All those times her cousins excluded her, the way her aunts and uncles whispered about her when they thought she wasn’t looking, the way her Momma's husband favored her sisters. They all knew she wasn’t his. She felt numb. “I’m sorry, Sammy, I’m so sorry.” She vaguely heard her Momma’s voice, but none of that mattered.

Who was she? 

Sammy wiped her eyes, yet the tears kept coming. “All these years, you let him treat me like this, over something you did, and you just sat and watched? Now you’re sorry?” Sammy’s voice was louder now. “You- you let me call him my Daddy when you knew he didn’t even see me as his?” She’d never experienced this type of anger. It was scorching in her chest, fogging her mind. She turned to her Momma’s husband, “ A-and you! You- I loved you! All I ever wanted to do was make you proud, You were my hero! I would’ve done anything to make you look at me like you did them!” She said, pointing to her sisters. 

“I never would’ve made you proud, would I? It was never worth the effort. I would’ve never been good enough.” Somehow, Sammy wasn’t just telling them, she was telling herself.

Her kin sat there, none of them looking her in the eye. That hurt worse. They couldn’t even give her the decency of looking at her. “ You know what, fine. Have the family you wanted. I’ll make sure your consequence isn’t here.” Sammy said as she turned and left. 

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She got in her car and drove off without a second word or a look back. As she drove, all she could do was cry. She didn’t know what to do with herself. What does someone do when they find out one of the biggest lies of their life? Maybe go to a therapist or-

Yaz.

She wanted Yaz. She needed Yaz. Just to hear her voice, just to not be alone for a single moment. She needed to get home and call Yaz. Everything would be fine then.

She drove and drove and drove till her house finally came into sight. She sloppily parked on the side and fumbled with the keys, barely able to see through her tears. When it was open, she threw it shut behind her, not caring to lock it back. She didn’t turn any lights on. The house felt empty with or without them. She just wanted Yaz, her voice, her warmth, her assurance. She dialed as fast as she could, the only light being her phone as she fumbled with it through tears.

Ringing…

Please answer.

Ringing…

If no other time-

Ringing… 

Pleasepleasepleasepl-

Hi, This is Yaz, Leave a messa-

She yelled as he threw her phone against the wall. She stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, before sitting down on her bed and sobbing into her knees. Who was she? How could something she took so much pride in be taken away from her so easily? Her family, her heritage, her name. Why did it have to be me? It isn’t fair.

It isn’t fair.

———

Bessie was delivered a week later. No note, no explanation. Just a random driver with a livestock trailer. 

Sammy had never felt hatred till that day.

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Parallels

I totally understand that, since the beginning of Chaos Theory, Yaz and Sammy have been having communication issues.

And I get that a break up was the way the writers thought to be how they could address the problem.

What I DON'T understand is the choice of making a parallel between this and Ben and Gia relationship.

What I DON'T understand is the choice of putting a heavily queer coded character in a straight relationship at the SAME TIME they make the only canon queer couple break up.

When I put all these pieces together, I don't like it.

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I keep rewatching that scene in the car with Gia talking to Sammy about how hard the breakup must be, and it keeps jumping out at me that it feels like Sammy VISIBLY regrets breaking up with Yaz. I think in the moment she felt like it was the only way to stop having this fight, or maybe the only way to try to protect herself against feeling like her partner wasn't taking her feelings into account by just removing partner status.

But when Gia starts talking about what comes next, about "not knowing what, if anything, the future holds for you", Sammy is SO upset. Because it didn't solve the problem. It didn't make her feel any better. She's still in love, she and Yaz are still not on the same team, and it still hurts. It's even worse, honestly. Because what hurt her the most was the emotional and physical distance between her and Yaz, and now it's bigger than ever. I honestly wish Kenji hadn't interrupted just so we could hear what Sammy had to say (though no hate to Kenji, he saw his friend in distress and swooped in with the cute distraction, he's a real one for that).

I've said before that I think being grouped up with Brooklynn at the moment will allow Yaz to see the situation from a different perspective and be more equipped to talk and handle it the next time she sees Sammy. The main concerns for me were how long it would take for them to see each other again, and how long it would take for Sammy to let Yaz back in.

But maybe she'll be ready. Maybe she just needs Yaz to come to her.

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Ight hand over you ao3 account 🫴 I gotta read and suffer when those fics come out

I ain’t got a account but when I get registered I promise you will be informed 😁 Currently wondering if I should release part by part and hope that I actually finish, or work ahead and put out parts when I have the next part ready

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Low-key might be cooking or this could literally be the worst thing I’ve ever written but yeah Sammy’s unfortunately my favorite so she must suffer but it’s ok she’s gonna get better and get all the love she deserves 😁

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Sammy Fanfic Ideas

So there are options on Sammy’s fanfic that I can do (These r super emo and sad)

Make her an affair child (or something similar) so that her family drama is part “they didn’t listen to my advice” and that they don’t consider her family cuz of her birth

She got hurt while trying to get Bumpy and when she tried to call her friends/gf no one answered

Shes started of spending nights in the barn with Bessie and the calf because of her isolation

Shes gained the habit of talking to herself to make herself feel like she’s not alone

She sometimes worries that the people’s she’s seeing are hallucinations

These are some ideas cuz I gotta make my favorite character suffer more then make her feel better. Should I do any of these (or multiple)

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Should I write a fanfic and make Sammy’s life 100x sadder and more depressing and them make it up to her or should I be nice?

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JWCT Spoilers (yasammy thought dump)

I'm gonna say it. I adore Yasammy, and truly hope it works out next season. But GOOD for Sammy standing up for herself! Yaz was not getting it at all, not hearing Sammy, not seeing her emotional struggle. Yaz didn't try at all S1-S3 to consider Sammy's feelings/side over their relationship issues (and the family + Brooklynn topics just were the last straw).

S1 was very focused on Yaz's recovery "look I'm better & I'm proving it by staring down dinosaurs and protecting Sammy" (I'm not downplaying this; it's great!) and Sammy recognized it multiple times. Yaz really focused the "we're a team" aspect, true, but this didn't mean she was addressing Sammy's needs.

S2 Yaz was way more physical with Sammy (also into S3) which gives off vibes that she thought they had reconciled their issues thanks to her, possibly even assuming Sammy's happy-go-lucky love automatically forgave her for 'leaving to get better'. We all know Yaz is the physically-driven one & Sammy emotionally-driven. Yaz saw (in retrospect S3) how much Sammy connected with their host family, but never acknowledged why Sammy was so happy there; instead stating that if Sammy really missed that connection, she should just make amends with her family, completely missing the point that Sammy was so happy cuz she has underlying grief.

S3 finally gave ample opportunities to address Sammy & her family+camp fam feelings (at least 4x) where all Yaz had to do was allow them to get emotionally deep, to not just hear Sammy's concerns, but ask why she felt that way, & actually acknowledge that she hurt Sammy. Yaz needed to realize that every time Sammy said she's feeling betrayed by Brooklynn (ie. Leaving without explanation, not asking for help when she needed it, and not standing by them while they are hurt), it directly paralleled her feeling betrayed by Yaz. Yaz then doubling down on not thinking to meet Sammy's emotional needs & instead calling her a coward was heartbreaking.

Now, I honestly believe that Yaz 100% 1. thought they were good, 2. thought Sammy's focus was on Brooklynn and did not see it as a parallel toward their relationship, and 3. she wasn't told the whole story behind Sammy's family abandoning her cuz Sammy was also not a good communicator during this ordeal.

Regardless, Yaz expressed her whole point of getting control of her PTSD was was to be seen as a girlfriend, but she's missing the critical emotional component of what a relationship needs. I also feel that Yasammy's miscommunication parallels Kenlynn, who were not able to work through their issues, so I am hopeful the Writers are using Yasammy to showcase a functional means to fix bad fights in the next season. 🤞 (After thought, now I'm hoping for a split screen Sammy-Kenji & Yaz-Brooklynn talk about what they wish had been done differently)