#c: sam b

[spielzeugkaiser]

I am back for a hot second with the baby! Let's be real, Geralt gets a lot of heat in this au, but I do think he was very clear about what he could and couldn't be for Jaskier when they started this thing. Listening to this song later, and realizing that Jaskier was already in love with him at this point ... uff. Also a song about sacrifices in this au, from Jaskier??? *chef's kiss* also let's not think about essi in this au let's not let's just ignore this

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

LULU (JAEHAERA TARGARYEN) with mark stobbart (cheese) and sam c. wilson (blood) behind the scenes on the set of hotd s2.

[ri-afan]

Anyone got a story where Amity Park becomes independent without the rest of the USA noticing until some hero stumbles upon (or crash lands in) it?

[c-duceusclay]

Sam: *trying to do something different and play as his character's beloved son*

Liam, as Caleb: YOUR MOM IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME. GO. HOME.

[leatherjacketed]

Sam and Dean don't work with so many fan fiction tropes because they're just too weird. If Sam and Dean woke up handcuffed together, they already stand so close they probably wouldn't even notice. If there was 'only one bed' left in the motel room, they would probably fight obnoxiously over who would take the floor/couch for fifteen minutes before agreeing to just share the bed. And the whole time they'd be trying to give the other more of the blanket/space on the bed because they're just so weird. In a fuck or die situation, Sam and Dean would have no qualms about it whatsoever. Honestly they would probably pop a stiffy from being able to lend their body to ensure the other's survival at their own expense. Like, that's just how they are in the show. Fake dating? These two already act like an old married couple. If they started acting like they were dating, they would barely have to play anything up or do anything different. They're just that weird. Like, I'm telling you. Fan fiction tropes and Sam and Dean don't work. Because they're just so, so weird.

[starheirxero]

No but genuinely, how does Sun even get drunk... Like, is there some magic he's had this entire time that allows him to process alcohol in the same way as humans? Are nanomachines somehow susceptible to it??? Like I am truly wholly tryna figure something out for this because if robots really don't get effected by alcohol, then Sun's drinking really isn't a problem for the alcoholism reasons.

It might be a problem for like, maintenance reasons though. I don't think wine is particularly dangerous to robotic parts in any way—just as dangerous as water or soda or many other liquids—but if some of it isn't fully "processed" then it's probably gunking some stuff up internally. Maybe not to a fatal degree, but still to an annoying degree.

Idk just kinda thinkin' out loud. I think drinking headcanons are entertaining but they're really something that makes you go "yeah there's no way this could happen, I'm just bullshitting for fun" lmao 😭

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 77

So. This was going to be a problem. Danny felt like he was going to scream, even as Dan laughed at their misfortune. Give a tour of some of the Ghost Zone. Fine. Was going well even! They’d even found some sort of dino-ghost zone that his parents were really excited about!

Running away from a ghost t-rex, not fine! Really not fine! The speeder breaking? Super duper not fine! And then a natural portal had opened while they were fleeing! Extra duper not fine! This was supposed to be a quick weekend hangout thing Sam! 

And now they’re dinosaurs, and no he’s not angry because he’s tiny, shut up Ellie! Tucker don’t encourage her! There has to be some way back home… maybe… hopefully… He’s never going to go on another trip like that again.

[jaimeski]

I'm growing right before your eyes / I might grow to such a size

Blow in like a hurricane / Everyone will know my name

[mastermindmp3]

Chloe et al.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus (hereby referred to by Chloe et al.) is a very classic Taylor Swift song. With a strong emphasis on the lyrical twists on phrases, distinct visual imagery, and an understated backing track (the piano is crystal clear, and the later backing vocals are so lovely.)

We see that idea of a distinct visual in the opening lines. The speaker describes "Your hologram stumbled into my apartment, hands in the hair of somebody in darkness, named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, and I just watched it happen."

Describing her (presumably, lover) as a hologram implies that they are not, truly, real. They are not grounded, not a physical thing she can have. Later in the song, she mentions a lover who "needed drugs more," so this hologram-state could also imply that they are under the influence. Her lover has their hands in another person's hair; they are bold enough to bring their affair almost to her door, with someone the narrator can't even see. The names dropped in this opening are not literal people, but the kind of exasperation of "who is it this time?" names listed from the top of a hat. They are, also, rather generically common English names.

And I just watched it happen. The narrator, knowing that her lover is not solid, not real, doesn't seem to bother to stop them. She goes on to describe how the two drift over "the decade," and how her lover, too, "just watched it happen."

(Also, I love the use of the phrase "saw my bones out with somebody new." If her lover is a hologram, unreal, then she is bones - solidly real but dry, dead.)

An interesting point in all of this is ambiguity. The narrator doesn't know who her lover is seeing in darkness, and she addresses this song directly to her lover(s?) I did see an analysis bringing up that the speaker could be addressing two different people, as the chorus's main refrains imply different types of relationships.

If you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say "I loved you the way that you were." Here, it sounds like the narrator and her lover have been together for a very long time, and her lover no longer loves her present self, longing for her before the change. If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered. This, on the other hand, implies a lover who is returning, who is tempting her with old times.

This reading is also propped up by other songs from the Tortured Poets Department which confirm the idea (Who's going to stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames) However, I like that it is also left in the dark, even for the listener. Who is left wondering if they could've made it? Who said they loved her the way she was?

The final verse ponders her lover(s), and has my favorite extended metaphor I think Swift has ever written. "Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses, cooler in theory but not if you force it to be; it just didn't happen." It's so direct: We tried to force this relationship to work, and it broke down. The idea of phantoms as past lovers (dancing phantoms on the terrace / my beloved ghost and me / well, me and my ghost, we had a hell of a time ) is scattered throughout the Tortured Poets Department.

Yet, the question goes unanswered - all her questions do. She doesn't know if it'll be enough to "float in your orbit," if the memory can fade from this "scarlet maroon." Chloe et al. much like its title, is a song uncertain, and in that uncertainty, the speaker reveals a bit of her heart, the held anxiety like a breath underwater. The only actual conclusion the narrator comes to that she will wonder.

"Will I always wonder?"

[thestuffedalligator]

A new Discworld adventure game with modern graphics and engine would be fucking excellent right about now.

[thedreadvampy]

My housemate is moving out in January

She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."

The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.

She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.

The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.

The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.

And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.

All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.

like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.

Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.

(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)

Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.

But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

2.02 — clare kilner described her original idea of filming the B&C funeral procession that had to be synchronized with aegon hitting blood, so each blow was meant to cut to each beat of the drum, showcasing helaena's panic attack and aegon's anger.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

i was mildly concerned that when i played my first fallout game i'd discover that i had put too much faith in my bf's excitement at seeing a deathclaw skull in the show, and that deathclaws would not actually be as scary as i was expecting

turns out that is not the fucking case

[ladyddanger]

DSMP MEMES AS TWEETS

[lionydoorin]

so how do you think things would go in 6 if amber got away with being ghostface, say ritchie shot liv and amber never revealed herself and he died before he could reveal his partner. does his family know about amber, does she specifically get targeted alongside sam. how does tara react when she learns that amber was the one that attacked her last year

oh. OH this would be a treat.

i'm gonna put this under the cut because i'm pretty sure i'm gonna talk a lot.

amber getting away would play really well into the whole "she's the real mastermind" thing the directors had said in an interview before. the idea that she didn't really love richie but saw him as a means to an end, in this case, the creation of her perfect stab 8 script.

she wasn't stupid. she knew his plan of framing sam carpenter for the murders would probably not work; and, quite frankly, the idea of having the daughter of the original serial killer as an unexpected hero was as enticing as having her as the killer. so, when things got rough, she betrayed him.

when he shot liv, amber sprung into action, throwing her body on top of his as she held his arm up. surprised eyes stared back at her as she smirked, kicking between his legs so he would kneel on the ground in front of her. tara, in all of her bravery, assisted her in holding his arm, while amber did her best to pull the gun from his grip; richie shot her shoulder, right then, hearing her groan in pain as she falls back beside mindy's unconscious body.

he's the one who ties tara and hides her in the closet, expecting amber to follow up with the plan. they didn't talk about her outwardly attacking him, but she was supposed to reveal herself later, so he figured she was just playing her part as a survivor. richie's also the one who tries to trick sidney and gale when they arrive, but, not only does he fail, but he misses the shot that would hit gale before he walks back in.

he also expects amber to make sidney's phone call, one that never comes, and sam stabs him in the back with a knife before he can shoot sidney or gale as they walk in. they fight, him shooting her in the abdomen twice as she falls to the ground.

before he can finish her off, tara hits him with one of her crutches, having been untied by amber while the fight erupted in the entrance. sam gets on top of him, throwing the gun away before she stabs him 22 times and slits his throat just the same.

amber is taken away in an ambulance, her eyes closed, hand over the wound that was bleeding out. she's filled with pride and joy as she's taken to the hospital, knowing she got everything she wanted and more.

true to her word, she sells a stab 8 remake script written by her, anonymously, as soon as gale weathers publishes her book about the 2022 murders. the movie is announced six months later.

scream 6 plays similarly, as well, only with amber filling the place as tara's love interest where chad is in the original movie. i'd like to think they would be back to their constant dancing around each other, tara not confessing out of fear of losing amber. she moves in with them in new york, sharing an apartment with tara, sam and, eventually, quinn.

she didn't know the rest of the kirsch family— they didn't really talk about these stuff, too busy obsessing over their plan for six months to even think about the future he thought they would have. quinn did know about amber, though, having found their texts plotting the woodsboro killings back when the family received richie's personal belongings after his death.

it filled the family with rage, seeing her walk away with it while he was dead. and when quinn accidentally walked into amber almost kissing tara, the girl who she once planned to murder, after the halloween party, she felt furious.

sam was still their primary target, of course – she was the one who ultimately killed richie, and did so in such a brutal, humiliating way. but, after telling her father and brother about who amber was, and what she'd done, it was obvious she had to go down, as well.

but to simply kill her would be one thing; they had to crush her completely, starting by ruining everything she seems to have done her best to build.

it starts by injuring her when they get to the abandoned theatre. amber and tara finally share their first kiss, so lost in their own universe they don't notice the hooded presence behind tara, not until she is stabbed in the back.

the other ghostface is quick to do the same to amber, slicing her shoulder, letting out a chuckle as the raven haired girl screams and immediately turns to throw a punch at them. sam and chad appear to the rescue right when amber is stabbed on her side; chad pushes ghostface away from her, and is still stabbed multiple times while amber and sam hold tara — who's yelling chad's name, sobbing, as she watches her friend get murdered right in front of her.

amber is exposed when they're back inside, the three ghostfaces staring back at them as they reveal themselves. just like in the original one, dialogue starts when quinn takes off her mask, revealing herself as the third killer. "hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"yeah, because you died!" tara exclaims, eyes wide, staring at quinn like she's looking at a ghost. amber places a hand on her hip, pulling her back.

"kinda didn't, though," quinn raises her eyebrows, looking at her father for a brief moment before continuing. "it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train... that sort of thing."

"and just i made sure that i was first on the scene, so i could switch her body up with a fresh one." detective bailey says, squeezing his children's shoulders as to signal them to continue with what they had orchestrated. "a little fake blood, a prosthetic... you'd be amazed in what a grieving father can get away with."

"though, we aren't the only experts at getting away with stuff here!" ethan giggles, walking to nancy loomis' mannequin so he can place her mask in its place. "isn't that right, amber?"

sam and tara immediately turn to look at her.

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

wayne rolls his eyes, pointing the gun at her as she takes a step towards him. "oh, please, your little act would never last. in one way or another, the past would come right. back. at you."

amber looks to her sides, clenching her fists, noticing how sam is immediately taking a few steps away from her, in tara's direction. tara is still stuck in place, frowning, her eyes searching for the truth in amber's expressions.

a sound draws their attention away from the girl.

projected on the curtains, there plays a video where richie kirsch is seen lying against a hotel bed, his hair wet from the shower and an arm positioned behind his head. he seems to be laughing at something, and when he turns the camera to record the something in question, a hooded figure is there, cloak and knife in hands as they turn around to show off their costume.

how do i look, honey?

amber's voice fills the speakers, making both of the carpenter sisters look at her with wide eyes.

you look amazing, baby. and you'll look even better with tara carpenter's blood all over your mask.

amber's eyes are glued to the screen, lips pursed, a scowl ever present as she watches the clip. she doesn't feel fear or guilt, but a secret third thing; this unexplainable shame at getting caught, of having what is definitely her biggest, darkest secret exposed to those that mattered the most.

this is when tara also backs up, feeling sam pull her by the wrist so she can position herself in front of her younger sister. while tara's eyes fill with tears, sam's are of pure rage, looking at amber as if she's the worst thing she has ever seen.

as tara realizes what it all means, all of her breath is pulled away from her throat and she's clawing her chest, her other hand holding on to sam as she lets out a painful sob. it feels like a knife to her chest, carving her up, writing amber and killer on her heart before it rips it in tiny pieces.

"tara, i-"

"stay the fuck back, freeman!" sam growls, gritted teeth and furious eyes all but demanding her to not come closer. she tightens her grip on tara and takes another step back, feeling tara's shaky grip on her faltering.

"a-amber, how- how could- you.. you are.." tara whispers in between sobs, big doe eyes staring back at amber's seemingly empty ones.

"tara, i'm not the same person i was a year ago. i changed. i chose you, i chose to stay with you and-"

"oh please, amber, you never chose anyone but yourself, you can't expect people to fall for the same little tricks you pull over and over again. you're a selfish cunt who manipulates people into getting what you want, only to discard them when they're not useful to you." ethan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he interupts amber's scene.

"this isn't true! tara, please, believe me, i-"

sam clenches her fists, wide eyes staring into amber's as she all but growls once again. "freeman, if you don't shut the fuck up i will cut you into pieces-"

"there she is," quinn taunts, eyebrows raised, slowly walking towards sam and tara with her knife pointed at the oldest carpenter. the tip of her knife traces sam's chest, and she is stuck in the spot, hearing tara's shaky breath behind her as her grip on sam's hand tightens. "there's the fucking killer."

"wh- a kil- look, i don't know what you believe, but i didn't commit those murders in woodsboro, it wasn't me!" sam angrily spits out, face inches way from quinn's as she looks at her straight in the eyes.

"oh we know that, of course you didn't- what, you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? come on, who do you think that started the rumours about you in the first place?" bailey exclaims, pointing at quinn with his head, his daughter smirking as she waves with her free hand.

"because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. you have to assassinate their character first." ethan approaches them, pulling amber towards him as he places his knife in front of her throat. "so when dad here 'discovers' your horribly mutilated bodies, posed with sam wearing her father's mask and amber wearing hers? they'll say some poor, dumb bastard read on the internet that you were the real ghostfaces and took matter into their own deluded hands."

"exactly! that's why it's the perfect alibi! and all the best lies are based on the truth. you," bailey points at amber, then at sam, "and you, are both killers. just like your father, samantha."

"no i'm not!"

"yes you are, you motherfucker, you killed our brother!"

"you... you're richie's family?" amber says, struggling against ethan's hold as the knife sits on her throat, threatening to sink into it with every movement.

bailey was right. the past did come to get her. and there was little she could do to stop it.

[hwestalas]

Also, here's Sam and Frodo in Mordor:

Frodo is working up his courage to go on/wrestling with the temptation of the Ring, and Sam is wishing he could be more help/wrestling with the barrier of the Ring that he can't save Frodo from.

(The thing in the middle is the spine of my planner, since I drew one of them on each of the outer covers. Very convenient to symbolize said barrier!)

Fun book-canon detail: Frodo has a cleft in his chin (see Gandalf's amusing description as recounted by Mr. Butterbur in chapter 10).

Less fun book-canon detail: Sam's knees are scraped up, which Tolkien mentioned during the dash to cut Frodo off at the boat, then apparently forgot about, to my chagrin and concern.