#Sam/yaz

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Round One

Actually Healthy Couples

[angelfiedyaz]

When I fall asleep to David or even Sam sleep aid shit and wake up to the screaming and deaths of the inversion

[ectonurites]

scanned some 30 minutes (or less) sketchbook pencil portraits from this year (mostly done at my allergist office lmao)

[evviejo]

thirteen's era appreciation: 438/?

[swan2swan]

"Yaz just needs me to help her through it!"

NO, SAMMY, YOU'RE WRONG. YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S INTUITION IS WRONG. SHE NEEDS YOU TO TRUST HER.

[campbells-content]

I like how Sammy has a leather jacket earlier in the series. Like, she is a country girl, the only leather she knows is boots and a hat and there she is wrapped in an black leather jacket, wearing something that isn't her, while doing something that isn't her, being someone that she isn't.

[trustherkindheart]

I missed the game but I caught up on some of the highlights, here are my thoughts

A) Lynn Williams goal and assist were both class, she proves she deserves to be here again and again

B) Emma Sears goal AND assist on her debut 👏. Goal was a banger but that assist was so nice, there aren't a lot of players who could bring that down so cleanly

C) Both goals Iceland scored in these games were worldies, can't even be mad at them. And really they're a good thing - the US needs to learn how to respond well because those kinds of goals will continue to happen.

D) The US will struggle and go down as they try out new tactics and new players. This is an important time, even if it's not so fun to watch. I hope we see them struggle a lot in this next year because it means they're experimenting. Sticking with what's "good enough" when we have a whole year before the next round of qualifications would be a tragic mistake.

[headcanonsandmore]

'Nightmare Of The Black Spot'

Summary: The Doctor lands the TARDIS on a certain flat planet. Cue shenanigans and Yaz getting flirted with by a certain blonde werewolf lady.

~~~~~~~~ Read on AO3.

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‘A flat planet?’

‘I know, little bit unusual,’ the Doctor said, their blond hair swinging as they dashed around the central console. ‘But it exists! There’s a part of the universe where the usual laws of physics don’t really apply.’

Yaz stared at the time lord in bemusement, watching their friend as they worked the controls.

‘So it’s magic?’ Dan asked. The Scouser was stood off to the side, holding onto one of the yellow columns sticking out of the floor.

‘Debatable,’ the Doctor said, shooting him an irritated look. ‘Anyway, I’ll just land us, and we can have a look around.’

Yaz stared into the monitor.

‘Doctor, why are we flying in instead of just materialising?’

‘Because…’ the Doctor said, suddenly looking a little frustrated. ‘There’s a type of… background radiation that could interfere.’

‘So it is magic,’ Yaz chuckled, catching hold of the central console. ‘Just don’t land us in the sea, okay?’

The Doctor caught Yaz’s eye, and Yaz could have sworn that the time lord’s cheeks pinkened slightly as they returned her smile.

Eventually, the TARDIS stopped shaking, and the Doctor -followed by Yaz and Dan- headed out of the blue doors.

‘Ankh-Morpork!’ The Doctor said, grinning excitedly and standing with their arms raised around them. ‘The greatest city of the Discworld. The city of culture, history. The city of a million people!’

The TARDIS had landed on the edge of a bustling square. Everywhere around them were the shouts of people running stalls, chasing wayward children, and the occasional angry bark of a dog that had just had their tale trodden on.

‘Million smells, more like,’ Dan said, retching. ‘Why does it stink so much?’

‘Considering the time of year, that’s probably the river Ankh.’*

Yaz wrinkled her nose. It was pretty pungent, she had to admit. The air seemed to be filled with a weird sulphuric odour, like a student flat after too many egg sandwiches. The streets themselves didn’t help; there was a thin layer of grime covering the flagstones beneath Yaz’s feet, and she was glad of her boots. The buildings surrounding the square were packed tightly together, with the upper stories leaning out slightly into the street, giving the whole place a feel of London during the Renaissance.

Which, given that the three of them had just narrowly escaped from the great fire, was a topic of history Yaz could spot easily.

However, this thought was momentarily thrown from her mind, as her eyes widened. What looked like a dwarf from “Lord of The Rings” had just walked past, carrying an axe on their back. Their long beard was a deep red, and a thick moustache matched it.

Yaz walked to stand next to the Doctor, and whispered into the time lord’s ear. Without thinking, she also intertwined her fingers with those of the blonde.

‘Doctor… is this… like, a fantasy world?’

‘Sort-of,’ the Doctor replied. ‘It’s in a part of the universe where reality is just weak enough for unusual things to happen.’

‘Un…unusual?’

‘Yaz, if you think dwarfs are unusual, wait until you hear about the Nac Mac Feegle.’

Yaz stared at the blonde for a second. Dan seemed to have wandered off into the crowd, so there wasn’t anyone else nearby them.

‘Sometimes,’ Yaz said. ‘I get the sense you make up stuff to impress me.’

‘Do not!’

‘Next you’ll be telling me this place has tooth fairies running around.’

‘Well, technically, they tend to fly around, but their guild generally recommends that they avoid using that too much-’

Yaz let out a snicker.

‘Doctor… you are trying to impress me, just admit it.’

‘I…’ the Doctor suddenly looked bashful. ‘Well, I suppose I am. You’re my friend, Yaz; I… I want you to enjoy yourself.’

Yaz looked down at their intertwined hands. She squeezed the Doctor’s fingers softly with her own.

‘Yeah… friends.’  

‘Like Tegan and Nyssa,’ the Doctor elaborated. ‘Y’ remember me telling you about them? I used to travel with them, back in the eighties.’

‘You mean the two women who shared the bedroom.’

‘Yeah!’

‘In the potentially infinite TARDIS?’

‘Come off it,’ the Doctor said, waving their free hand absentmindedly. ‘You saw their shared bedroom last week when we were trying to find the wardrobe.’

‘Yes,’ said Yaz, slowly. ‘I remember seeing that their two beds were pushed together.’

The Doctor blinked hurriedly, suddenly looking very embarrassed.

‘Oh.’

Yaz chuckled.

‘You are so oblivious at times, Doctor.’

‘I… I just thought they were friends.’

Yaz let out a sigh.

‘Yeah… why doesn’t that surprise me?’

Yaz let go of the Doctor’s hand and walked away.

Across the square, Dan was stood by a street-seller carrying a tray. Yaz could already smell cooking sausages, but declined Dan offering her one.

‘You lot from abroad?’ asked the vender, a cheerful grin on his face. ‘Welcome to Ankh-Morpork, home of the Disc’s finest food and beverages, such as those put up for purchase by myself. One sausage-inna-bun for you, miss? One dollar, and that’s cuttin’ me own throat.’

‘No, thanks,’ Yaz said. She had experience dealing with these sorts of “entrepreneurs” back home; she’d spent a considerable portion of her probation chasing these jokers around Sheffield’s city centre.

‘Shame,’ Dan said, already chomping down on his own. ‘Tastes good; cheers, mate.’

The vender doffed his cap to Dan.

‘Mr Dibbler, at your service-’ the vender stopped, suddenly packing up his tray. ‘Awfully sorry, have to run…’

With surprising speed, the man raced away down a back alley. Yaz turned to Dan, who was staring back across the square.

‘Is that the local biddies?’

Dan pointed towards the TARDIS. Two people were stood next to the box. One was a rounded man with a large, red face. The other was about half a foot shorter, and… Yaz wasn’t sure they were human or not. A elephants graveyard of cigarette butts seemed to stick out from behind their ear.

The Doctor was stood in front of them, looking very annoyed.

‘Eh, is this your craft?’

‘Yes!’ exclaimed the Doctor, gesticulating wildly with their arms. ‘Why is there a clamp on it?’

‘Illegally parked.**’

The Doctor’s face turned red, and they drew themselves up to their full height. Given they were barely five-and-a-half-feet tall, this wasn’t much. But the sergeant wasn’t much taller.

Deciding that it would probably be best to stop the Doctor making the situation worse, Yaz put a calming hand on her friends arm.

‘Doctor, let me handle this.’

She then turned to the sergeant.

‘We’d need to negotiate this,’ Yaz said, calmly. ‘After all, we are tourists and therefore unaware of the parking regulations here.’

‘Well, I dunno about that,’ said the sergeant, rubbing his chin.

‘Who’s your commanding officer?’ Yaz asked. ‘I’m sure we can resolve this with them.’

‘In that case, you best come with us,’ the sergeant replied. ‘Never heard of someone deliberately tryin’ to speak to Mister Vimes…’

*

* The river Ankh was one of the longest rivers on the Disc. Unfortunately, this also meant it was also one of the longest combined public latrine and sewage systems on the Disc. It wasn’t dead, as such. There were creatures living somewhere under the thick crust that covered the river but, unfortunately, they happened to be creatures that even the famously iron-stomached Morporkians didn’t want to eat.

** The laws and ordinances of Ankh-Morpork were old and complicated, in the annoying way that meant you only caught breaking them when you were busy trying to do other things. Or were trying to find your way home after a few too many drinks at 3am. Sometimes both.

*

Vimes was definitely not was Yaz was expecting.

A short, scruffy man with armour that looked like it hadn’t seen polish in a number of years, Vimes gave the impression of being worn by his uniform, rather than vice-versa. He looked more like an old sergeant than the commander of a peace-keeping force; Yaz had stopped men like this from falling over in parks around Sheffield. 

He was also smoking a foul-smelling cigar.

Yaz waved her hand in front of her face. She was starting to wonder if everyone on this world smelled badly***.

Actually, that was unfair. There had been a captain downstairs with short, red hair that seemed to have scrubbed himself with soap to within an inch of the soaps life. The man, well over six feet tall and almost as broad across the shoulders, had skin that was almost tinged pink as a result.

By the sounds of it, his name was Carrot? This place was weird.

A woman stepped into the woman. Vimes nodded at her.

‘Thanks for coming, Angua.’

Angua, if that was her name, was tall, with long blonde hair and a figure that Yaz would have killed for barely a few years prior.

She was also rather attractive.

Bollocks, Yaz thought, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. That was all she needed right now.

‘Listen, how can you illegally park a box?’ she said, directing her argument at Commander Vimes and not the attractive blonde woman stood nearby. ‘To park something implies that it can move.’

Vimes stared at her, taking a long and deliberate draw on his cigar.

‘You’re a copper, aren’t you, young lady?’

Yaz glared at him.

‘Former copper.’****

‘Thought so,’ Vimes replied, with a shrug. ‘You can always tell. Something about the way of thinking…’

The blond woman called Angua gave Yaz a quick wink.

Oh.

Yaz felt heat rise in her cheeks, and looked away. It wasn’t fair.*****

‘Anyway,’ Vimes said, ignoring all this. ‘Head downstairs and Angua will get the matter cleared up with-’

There was a knock at the door, and Vimes grunted in an affirmative sort of way.

A figure wearing a long beard and moustache entered the room. They were wearing a leather skirt and high-heeled work boots.

‘Sorry, sir,’ said the dwarf, politely. ‘Got an update on the Monkey Street murder from last week.’

‘Thanks, Cheery,’ said Vimes, with a nod. ‘Just leave the paperwork here and I’ll follow through with it later.’

‘Actually,’ Cheery -if that was her name- added. ‘It’s a bit urgent; best you come along now.’

‘I’ll come along,’ Yaz said.

‘Thought you said you weren’t a copper.’

‘I’m not. But I know how these things work; our enquiry gets forced down the list of priorities. Next thing we know, my friends stuck in your cell for three days because your sergeant left the paperwork under his coffee mug.’

Vimes, Angua and Cheery shared a look.

‘Fred Colon would do that, to be fair,’ Angua said.

‘Alright, fine,’ Vimes said, with a roll of his eyes as he got to his feet. ‘But your blonde friend better not wander off.’

‘I best come along as well,’ Dan said, to Yaz. ‘Don’t worry, Sheffield; I’ll keep an eye on the Doctor while you do your investigator thing.’

Yaz chuckled.

‘She’s not that bad.’

‘Speak for yourself; I remember that business with the flux.’

*

*** It wasn’t true, of course. But in Ankh-Morpork, dirt and grime tended to fester almost by osmosis. There was a department at the university researching the topic, to limited interest or success. Which made sense, given that most wizards liked long leisurely baths at least twice a day if they could get them.

**** Yaz liked to make this distinction very clear. She had entered the police force to do some good. The reality had unfortunately been very different although, compared to things she had read online, her experience had mercifully been dull as opposed to alarming.

***** Yaz was starting to suspect that she had a thing about blonde woman with a rebellious streak. She had taken the majority vote on this matter, but wished she hadn’t; her life was chaotic enough as it was without certain women appearing in her dreams in such a way that she was hoping against hope that the Doctor wasn’t telepathic.

*

Well, this place had clearly seen better days. A couple of pokey rooms on the third floor of a building. It stunk of old coats, and Yaz could have sworn that one wall had water leaking down it.

‘What do we reckon?’ Vimes asked.

‘Clearly hasn’t been lived in for a while,’ Yaz said. ‘Probably some sort of bolt-hold or hideout. You say there was a murder here?’

‘Looks like it.’

Dan was staring at one of the walls, where the wallpaper was peeling slightly. Yaz ambled over.

‘Something up, Scouse?’

‘I used to be a plasterer,’ Dan said, with a nod. ‘That’s been done way too quickly; whoever did this section was definitely trying to cover something up.’

Yaz grabbed one part of the paper, and pulled. Sure enough, a large black mark was visible on the wall behind.

Cheery gave a sigh.

‘Ah, geez******,’ said the dwarf, pulling out several vials. ‘I’ll take a sample of the wall lining behind the paper.’

Angua gave a small lop-sided smile, leaning against the wall.

‘You���re good at this, Ms Khan.’

‘Well, I try.’

Angua gave a slow nod, crossing her arms across her chest. Not that Yaz was looking, of course. No matter how attractive it looked.

‘More than just trying, by the looks of it.’

The Doctor let out a splutter, and grabbed Yaz’s hand, pulling her away from Angua.

‘If you don’t mind, me and Yaz have got things to do!’ the Time Lord exclaimed, stomping towards the door and dragging Yaz along with her. ‘Thank you!’

Dan snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

*

****** ‘Geez’ being a shortening of the phrase ‘Cheesy minks’, itself a rough translation of the Dwarfish phrase ‘may giant cats give you their milk’. Contrary to popular belief, dwarfs do have a sense of humour; it just doesn’t make any sense to anyone else.

*

‘Well, thanks for helping us,’ Vimes said. He was stood in front of the TARDIS, with Yaz, Dan and the Doctor next to him. ‘Just make sure you don’t park here again. Come to think about it…’

He turned, staring at the Doctor quizzically.

‘How did you park this thing here? No wheels on it. This better not be magic, we have enough trouble with the wizards at the university…

‘No, no,’ the Doctor said, with a shake of their head. ‘But I’ll take your warning. Thanks for holding up your end of the bargain.’

Vimes shrugged. He looked at Yaz.

‘If you ever want a job, we’re recruiting all the time.’

Yaz shook her head.

‘Thanks but no thanks.’

Nodding as if in understanding, Vimes unlocked the clamp around the TARDIS, shook Yaz and Dan’s hands and walked off, leaving a smell of old cigar and… was that burnt toast? Strange bloke.

Yaz looked out over the city, staring up at the small sun inching its way rimwards.

‘The fate of existence is for us to decide,’ she said, softly.

‘Yaz? Did you say something?’

Yaz chuckled, and reached out, giving the blonde’s hand a squeeze and nudging them with her shoulder.

‘Just thinking to myself,’ she said. ‘C’mon, trouble; let’s get you some cocoa.’

Dan smiled as his two friends stepped into the TARDIS, before stepping in after them and closing the doors.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed this fic! This is my first Doctor Who/Discworld crossover, so I hope I got the characterisations right (and hopefully my footnote game is good XD).

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Extraction 2 - my thoughts....

Netflix films are usually more miss than hit. I did enjoy the first Extraction movie. Not only was it fun to just see Chris Hemsworth being a stoic badass, but the action was genuinely fantastic. There was not really much in terms of story or character in the first film. We got some bare characterization for Tyler Rake's pained past, but not much else, but characterization and story was not the purpose of the movie. Extraction 2 is essentially more of the same, however, I think this film is more polished and more confidently made than Extraction, so I would grade it a step better than the first film. I also do think that the character work is a bit more interesting. Because the mission involves Tyler a bit more on a personal level than the first film, it allows the movie to dig a little bit deeper and allow for some more personal conversations. I do think it helped the film because these moments allow the audience to take a breath between the lon action sequences. The movie is essentially three big action sequences, with minor breaks in between. Because the scenes in between also have some character work, it becomes more emotionally involving. I also thought the film allowed for just a tad more humor in this film. Nothing that makes the film jokey, but the occasional dry remark which lightens the scene. Also, the film gives Tyler's team mates some badass moments and enough personality that you care for their well-being in the film. The family that is being protected also has an interesting dynamic, with a son who has a misguided sense of loyalty. The action is outstanding, although the film peaks early when it comes to the action. Of the three major action sequences, the first one is the clear standout, while the climax is arguably the weakest, though in no way a weak action scene. But compared to the initial scenes, including the 20+ simulated one take scene, it is not quite as exciting.

Its nice to see Hemsworth in a serious badass role, after seeing him being the goofball in Marvel and MIB in the recent past. He gives it all with his physicality. Golshifteh Farahani is quite badass as his friend and handler Nik, and Adam Bessa is likable and badass as her brother Yaz. Olga Kurylenko shows up briefly as Tyler's ex-wife, as does Idris Elba as an unnamed agent of sorts. Sam Hargrave knows how to make good action. Would have loved to see this on the big screen but it was enjoyable nevertheless. A 7.5/10.

[tobinsonny]

so probably no sonnett in rose’s celebration game :(

(on the bright side at least she’ll get rest right before going back to the league)

[angelfiedyaz]

*shaking, crying, throwing up, dying*

This trend with sam collins

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Preliminary Round

Actually Healthy Couples

[angelfiedyaz]

Chubby muscular men>>>>>> hear me out...... David/Sam possibly even Milo and then there's my twinky lil Asher

[evviejo]

thirteen’s era appreciation: 261/?

[angelfiedyaz]

and david

sam snores

[rainysofsunshineao3]

Hot take

Incoming spoilers below for the 3rd season of JWCT and i don't know how to cut!!!!

BE WARNEDDD

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I'm still on Yaz' side. Like, respectively, i can 100 per cent see where Sammy is coming from, but the more I think of it the more I'm like...

Both of them seem to have the toxic trait of being avoidant, except Yaz is like an anxious avoidant and Sammy is an angry avoidant. Most of the arguments Sammy has boils down to her trying to put blame on someone else and I don't mean in the normal "Oh, it's your fault", I mean "I can't take the blame for one more thing and pretend to be positive about it" kind of blame. We see this in the whole "Brooklynn chose where she is, who she's with and she doesn't want us, she didn't tell us she was alive - or it's her fault and we don't have to deal with it". We also see it in the backstory with how she and her family fell out. There's a whole lot more on that as well but going back to the shifting blame thing.

For Yaz, who even in track had so many people relying on her - and probably took a good amount of blame because of it - and now feels guilty because of how her PTSD has affected everyone around her (AKA going to Wyoming), both of them can't really seem to be able to deal with how to process every bad thing that happens.

Since the series started it's obvious that the timing between these two just hasn't been the same because to be real, their arguments have been pretty justifiable and most of the time true. The trauma that Sammy went through with her family is still prominent and it's clear she's still very deeply hurt about it. Yaz still has the mindset that she has to be able to fix things and doesn't really take other's intentions or emotions into account much like she did back in JWCC.

The only difference is I feel like Yaz is actively trying her best. She starts all of the conversations where she's trying to see Sammy's side in the least aggressive way she can and it ends up escalating. Of course she makes mistakes, but it's clear she is at least trying to see Sammy's point of view. But Sammy doesn't see it that way because Yaz doesn't agree with her and Yaz for the life of her literally cannot figure out how to be there for Sam on an emotional level.

For this season specifically, Sammy is also super passive-aggressive to completely blatantly aggressive in the way she talks and repeatedly ignores Yaz even when we see multiple shots of Yaz being concerned for her.

I do think this was a catalyst season for all of the characters' plotlines and emotional connections and hopefully everything will be resolved by the fourth season. lowkey don't think Netflix and DreamWorks would handle the backlash if they "buried the gays" and had Ben and Gia be the only standing ship after (or even Dinostar and Kenji/Brooklynn) although I do like those two a lot.

Anyway, this is just my thoughts, I still love both of the characters. Yaz will always be my girl, Sammy will always be my favourite Texican. Let me know your thoughts as well if you want!