Sam🍯 - Blog Posts
Has this meme been done yet?
i can't be the only one who thought of them when i heard taylor swift sing: what died didn't stay dead
You made the Character, your turn to deal with the simps here, I could care less becuase fun more important lmao
I am sure half your fans want that- I starting to think your might be one too-
Rather big simp.
-anon
*sigh*
Why am I the one getting targeted by you anyway?????
All I think about Riley is that she has an interesting design that's it!!!
Meanwhile people like.... Idk @phantom-of-the-ruckus or @echoentities are the real simps here!!!! Target them.
That is completely fair but I am also Willing to bet that they gonna drag you or even Sammy into this mess-/lh
Kris..might just be the leader of hunting or baiting simps I do not know which and frankly I’m not ready for that-
I already talked to kris about it and I swear to the ferrets if she does-/lh/affectionate
Good luck kris-
Rather big simp.
-anon
*sigh*
Why am I the one getting targeted by you anyway?????
All I think about Riley is that she has an interesting design that's it!!!
Meanwhile people like.... Idk @phantom-of-the-ruckus or @echoentities are the real simps here!!!! Target them.
Sam and Max Nightmare HCs
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You have a Nightmare:
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• Typically, when you 3 actually make it to bed and not the couch, Sam and you will sleep next to eachother while Max sprawls over you both in some overly complicated position- in which he's usually clinging onto you with his feet in poor Sam's face.
• Despite this though, when you begin to writhe or groan in your sleep, Sam always wakes up first. Perhaps it's because of his heightened senses, or his sight of fear, or just Max sleeping like a f*ckin' cow-
• Sam comforts you immidiently, or- the closest he can get to immidiently in his exhausted state, slinging his arms around you gently and putting his nose next to your cheek, prodding the soft skin with his wet, leather nose expectantly, trying to wake you up.
"Y/N.. Y/N, buddy, wake up, you're having a worse nightmare than a ginger in sunny Senegal strapped to a loung-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
• He seems to always get cut off by Max screaming bloody murder, which wakes you up, either because of the screaming or Max's jumping on you, landing on your chest full force. He does this because one more sudden writhe from you wakes him, because he's spoiled.
• No matter what though, they both really do care and try their best to lull you back to sleep. Try. It seems to come especially hard to Max, who smothers you with a pillow until Sam holds him up in the air, all 3 of you panicking for some reason while screaming.
Max has a nightmare:
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• He just doesn't get the chance to have nightmares. He is such a deep sleeper but as soon as he feels the slightest bit uncomfortable or chilly or too warm or- he wakes up. Screaming.
• It's close to being a nightly occurance, living in the city and all. To get Max to stay asleep during the night, you'd need to make him sleep in an asylum.
"3, 2, 1-"
"3, 2, 1-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Good morning Max."
"Morning, little buddy."
• He's such a brat about it aswell, making both you and Sam stay in bed to talk or coddle(yes, I meant to put coddle) him until he's ready to go.
• He actually gets in a massive strop in you don't aswell. He'll huff and puff and complain how you don't love him with his two arms over his chest while he glares.
• He wouldn't do anything though, he hates the entire world as a whole, not you and Sam. Never has been and, hopefully(really, we don't know if he'll ever turn on you two), never will.
• But to conclude things, he's just never really had a nightmare. He's just really annoying and childish, you and Sam love him though, screams and all.
Sam has a nightmare:
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• Sam is the one who rarely has nightmares, but when he does, they're always serious. He dreams about his insecurities, and the worst case scenario that could ever happen because of them.
• A frequent thing he has nightmares about is his weight. It's not like he's obese or overweight, but he would be considered 'fat' in some people's eyes, which makes him less inclined to run or do sports in general. He doesn't like that. Especially when compared to you and whatever you do or Max and his quick paced, undeniable shenanigans.
• He's really still when having a nightmare but not quiet, mumbling and whining out to his hearts unpleasant content. It usually wakes you and Max up, you up because- well- you care, and it wakes Max up because the noise annoyed him. You make sure to cover his mouth before he can scream though.
"Ah- I'll.. no.. I'll put off the weight.. I-"
*muffled screaming*
"Sam, doggy, wake up.."
• When he does wake up, he always feels bad for waking you and Max up, and tries to joke his way out of things before being cuddled by you and Max, with you making sure Max doesn't try anything whilst Sam is in this vulnerable state.
• He'll never tell you about the nightmare though, I'm sure that by time he does wake up, you have a good idea to do with what it was about.
• He'll just sit there as you pamper him, patting Max's head like a nefarious super villain with his cat. He always ends up feeling loved and blushy by time morning rolls around through, he can't help it.
"Well, darn, you two have made me happy as a midget in the kids clothes section."
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(Made by neiveel3llson, not you.)
Charlie, the perks of being wallflower
baby almost there 😃
everything is ready !
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!
they stayed in selvie for their honeymoon <3 - also it's where samuel grew up !
i think she was mad because i forgot to do the laundry or sum' - sam 📻
first pics in their new house + let's welcome the new cat gina !
sam close up- 📻
the bf samuel svizgak - 📻
commission for @cartoonjunkie300 ♥
My Horror Hot Take is that Trick R Treat is a better Halloween movie than Halloween
Mist dots the afternoon air, cold and crisp as the wind sings. Each step only lead to more creaking of the stairs. A light ring of an unanswered phone calls out drawing people near. Silence had already been unwelcoming so is the dripping. For once the two prayed he had been making a sound. Yet he was no where to be found. Soft thuds wouldn't have been alarming if it weren't for the pained crys that came with. The Birt with a burst of energy rushed to the room housing the noise. Light and quiet sobs pushed and pulled at the noisy air. Another cry, caused the door to burst open. There the raven was standing holding a broken vase, shaking and choking on his own sobs. The blond immediately pulled the other close, noticing the cutts coating the arms and heavy brusing on the neck. Not only that but a broken window said it all the glass layed on the floor. The Brit glanced his companion down taking note of bite marks and scratching on the other thighs. "Taurtis," Grian began while rubbing the others back allowing his friend to lean into him "you're safe ok, I am here anyways it was self defense" Grian cooed.
"But," Taurtis began trying hold himself together only to cry into Grians shoulder "I- I-" he got cut off when the Brit shused him.
"Don't," Grian scolded as Sam bolted up stairs with silly "now can I ask who?" Grian finished with a soft tone.
"GRIAN," Sam shouted while having the blond hand Taurtis over to silly who had a first aid kit " I saw a person with glass in their arm running!" As soon as he finished the two males gave each other a nod.
Taurtis began to flick through channels relaxing in Grians lap, who just let it happen. Though Sam let out a gasp and snatched the remote. As the news reported a person dead with no evidence to be found, the person looked way to familiar for comfort for Taurtis. The rabbit and Brit looked at each other as a uneasy silence fell upon them. "Did you two-"
(Amoung Us-ish Au)
Grian: Imposter
Taurtis: Crew mate
Silly: Crew mate
Sam: Imposter
Dom: Crew mate
Jay: Crew mate
Sookie: Crew mate
Soul: Crew mate
Ellen: Crew mate
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Taurtis: Grian?
Grian: hmmm
Taurtis: where were you?
Grian:
Soul: He has a point
Ellen: That's true
Grian: The cameras waiting for you. Why?
Sam: if it isn't Grian, then who?
Dom: Sam vented!
Ellen:
Soul:
Grian: Do we have proof?
Taurtis: He ran from the room, silly was found. And he tried to lock me and Soul in med bay.
Jay: Soul is that true?
Soul: Neither me or Taurtis left each others side. And we both found her in med bay.
Ellen: Grian if you really were on the camera, where was Taurtis and Soul? Me and dom and Jay were together.
Grian: Admin
Grian: How about sam he was the last one with silly.
Dom: So we vote?
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Sam was ejected, Sam was Imposter
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Taurtis: I found sookie in electrical.
Dom: we're also missing soul.
Ellen: Where was everyone?
Jay: Grian and Taurtis were together doubt it could be either of them.
Dom: They were last seen with Ellen
Grian: So now what?
Jay: Sorry Ellen
Ellen: it's fine
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Ellen was ejected, Ellen was not Imposter
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Jay: oh god
Taurtis: Now dom is dead, who was he last with?
Jay: Me...
Grian: So you admitted he was last with you
Jay: But I saw Grian with him, then as he walked away I found him.
Taurtis: Grian?
Grian: You saw me in Admin, so how could I have killed him?
Jay: Bu-
Grian: And Dom was with Jay the entire time
Taurtis: I'm so sorry...
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Jay was ejected, Jay was not Imposter
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Imposters win Sam and Grian
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Silly: why didn't you kill Taurtis
Grian: He was to innocent
Ellen: Fair
suki desu
Of Monsters And Mondays
tw: family issues, implied abuse, arson, Christian church
Sam loved Mondays.
Monday was hands down the best day of the week. For the simple reason that it wasn’t Sunday anymore and it wouldn’t be Sunday again for a while.
He wished today was Monday. He wouldn’t be here if it was.
But no, it just had to be Sunday morning, 9 o’clock.
Ah fuck, how he despised this hellhole! Every damn week. Again and again. It hadn't changed even a bit since last Sunday, or the one before that, or probably any other Sunday since he'd been baptised here.
Samuel, that's what they'd named him. God hears.
Ironic, wasn’t it? Fast forward 16 long years and God still hadn't ever heard any of his prayers. Or maybe he had and just didn’t care enough to answer any of them. Whatever, made no difference.
Same old place,
same old bullshit.
His gaze travelled up the cracks in the ancient wall, like dead riverbeds carved into the land during a drought, then it flickered past the equally dried up looking image of a crucified Jesus in the stained-glass window. A little further up, he locked eyes with one of the gargoyles lurking on the edge of the roof. Always waiting. Always watching. Ready to pounce the second he turned his back on it.
Same old place,
same old bullshit,
same old monsters.
A horrible dread settled in his stomach, much too familiar and as heavy as the massive wooden door creaking open in front of him. The shadows behind it seemed a little too eager to swallow him. Like the greedy maw that door had turned into in one of his nightmares, where the building had come to live so it could devour him for real.
Not that the place wasn't plenty horrible as it was. He hadn't even set a foot in there and yet he already couldn't breathe. This day was going to suck.
If only he could make himself throw up on demand, then he'd already be puking his guts out all over that pretentious angel statue next to the main gate. Maybe then his mother would have mercy for once, or at least send him home to reflect on what he had done.
Yeah, right! Fat chance.
He cast his mother another pleading look, even when he already knew it would be hopeless.
And of course it was. It always was.
Her cold eyes narrowed, staring daggers at him. The accusation she'd left unspoken rang louder in his ears than the deafening stroke of the bell summoning the churchgoers to worship.
He might have almost been grateful she didn't bring any of it up again. Almost. Because even though she hadn't said anything in a while, she also hadn't smiled at him even once ever since she'd learned the whole truth about him.
What had he been thinking, confiding in her in the first place? He should have known better.
Now something like scorn marked her features every time she laid eyes on him. Disappointment. Disgust. Or perhaps it was just plain disregard for him as a person? Maybe she just didn't think him her son anymore. Maybe all he was to her now was a parental duty left to fulfil, while she awaited the day she could finally erase his presence from her life.
Once upon a secret shared, she may have been the warmth of a summer day, but now, with the deep lines of that scowl on her stony face, she might as well be one of the gargoyles.
And here he’d thought he was supposed to be the monster.
He’d been told he was the one who needed to pray for forgiveness. He was the one who needed to atone for his sins. He was the one who needed fixing. According to all of them, including his own mother, the monster was him.
And perhaps there was some truth to it. Perhaps it was in his nature. It would make sense. For what else could he possibly turn out to be, having a monster for a mother?
But enough of that. He wasn’t going to argue the point today. Nor ever again. Honestly, what good had appealing to his mother’s loving kindness done him so far? She probably didn’t even possess any.
An impatient jerk of her chin towards the open door told him all he needed to know.
Yeah, fuck this. Diplomacy could officially go screw itself!
Sighing deeply, he lowered his eyes, let his shoulders droop and obediently entered the church, for what he’d make sure would be his last Sunday service.
Tonight, he’d take matters into his own hands.
Tonight, he’d burn this godforsaken place down.
Tonight, he’d become the monster they insisted he was.
Come dawn, he’d finally be free. Reborn again a higher being, rising, a phoenix from the ashes of what had been his personal hell in a life he’d leave behind tomorrow.
Things were about to change drastically.
A new day.
A new week.
A new life.
Yet one thing would always remain the same.
Sam loved Mondays.
Bucky: Okay so, I have good news and bad news
Sam: Alright, what’s the good news?
Bucky: Walker’s dead
Sam: … And the bad news?
Bucky: I may have broken rules 1 and 2
Sam:
Sam: So you killed him?
Bucky: Yep
Zemo: Fantastic