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CUTIE ALERT!!! I went to my local thrift store and i thrifted this cutie here!!! They are a old ooold Sad Sam plush! Its so gender for no reason
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I wrote a ficlet 😊
inspired by a Bob Wess prompt
.....................not a happy one.
The bunker had always been an eerie place.
But it had been something they could skip over, when they were together, and it was a home.
Sam couldn’t bring himself to be there right now.
It felt like a tomb. To empty, and too full, of everything gone.
Instead he fled, hit the road. Drove in remembrance, some kind of homage. Dean was with him anyway, riding in his own personal hearse, scooped up into an old tea box.
Dean died on a Wednesday.
and he found it hard to remember much more, with any level of coherency. He had said goodbye to his brother, and everything after had felt wrong. Like some thick blanket had settled upon him, separating him from reality.
Logically he knew what must of happened, but pulling his brother's limp body off a 10-inch piece of rebar was not a memory he scrutinized the loss of too closely.
It was the other memories that had begun to worry him.
He remembered reading that the first thing you forget about a person is their voice.
The idea was overwhelming. How was he supposed to accept that, how long did he have or was it already too late? Were his memories already lying to him?
How long was it going to take, before every memory of Dean was corrupted by his own mind.
Sam had found the book after Jess, he found recognition in the words. They had helped him, to feel some small level of composure. Pain shared, even with something as simple as a dusty old book lends a sense of comradery. Misery shared, especially with words, a comfort.
They say that the people we love live forever in our memory.
That’s bullshit. The people we love are slowly killed by our memory, replaced by our own mind.
Sam had seen it firsthand, among the living.
Hunters he had known his whole life, time on the road, in close quarters. Comrades, close friends, you think you know a person. Think you are remembering their mannerisms and general disposition quite well, and then you meet them again and suddenly it all comes back to you.
and they have not changed. But it becomes swiftly apparent, memories taken as fact are in need of some revision.
Because how do you remember a smile wrong? Flung towards you with a blast of gunpowder and smelling of salvation. To forget someone without even noticing, and live without recognition of the loss, it’s abhorrent.
He can’t do it.
He thinks he knows what Dean would say, what he might do. But how can he ever be certain again? That slowly his own impressions and opinions won’t settle over Dean, and obscure him. Until he no longer exists, just a shallow imagining projected from Sam’s own mind.
The photos don’t seem to help either. None of them quite capture the obnoxious charm, steadfast loyalty and love wrapped around an imperfect man, a brother who taught Sam everything that had ever mattered. He can’t picture Dean’s face clearly, his seen too many versions of it to settle on just one. The memories crowd around each other.
His not quite sure what his looking for.
Dean had found Cas a meadow. Sam wanted to find Dean a spot. Because he couldn’t just burn him in those woods alone, leaving him amongst the enemy.
He had to find the right place, and if that meant driving further and further away from the bunker, so be it.
He had briefly considered spreading him in Lebanon. Maybe even plant him, with some prissy flowers. Just because he would have hated it, and Sam hated him for leaving.
But he couldn’t do it, let some patch of sad flowers in a forgotten field become his brother.
He thinks instead he might take Dean all the way to the Sea. Let him become endless.
Prompt:
Sam read somewhere that the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. He wasn't sure if it was true but it stuck. He wondered how long it took. Was the voice he remembered as Dean's already corrupted? Was even the Dean in his memories a lie?
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More Fun to Read Poems:
Six Poems to Read for fun:
Sad Sam https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#sadsam
There Once was a Man https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#aman
Dark Places https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#darkplaces
Betrayal https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#betrayal
I May Not https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#imaynot
A Hole in a Heart https://christianadventurereading.wordpress.com/2022/11/29/more-fun-to-read-poems/#aholeinaheart
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Feel sad as fuck today
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Joyero de Sad Sam y Honey .
Joyero decorado completamente a mano de forma artesanal. Joyero de madera pintado a mano inspirado en los dibujos de Sad Sam and Honey.
Está pintado también en el interior, en la parte de la tapa he pintado un cielo azul de estrellas y una estrella country grande en el centro.
Los laterales del joyero están de corados con flores y corazones country.
Tanto el fondo interior como la parte de abajo exterior del joyero están forrados de Foamy.
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Jeweler of Sad Sam and Honey.
Jewel box decorated completely by hand of artisan form. Hand-painted wooden jewelry box inspired by the drawings of Sad Sam and Honey.
It is also painted in the interior, in the part of the cover I have pinned a blue sky of stars and a big country star in the center.
The sides of the jeweler are stained with flowers and country hearts. Both the interior bottom and the outside bottom of the jeweler are lined with Foamy.
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#artisancrafts#dreams#handmade#honey#woodworking#joyero#hechoamano#sadsam#sadsamandhoney#leonordreams#joyeromadera#sadsamhoney#cofre#cute#kawaii
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and no one could feel your hurt
ghost of you/five seconds of summer
#sabriel#sabrielgif#sam winchester#sam#supernatural#gabriel#gabrielxsam#samxgabriel#supernaturalgif#lyrics#samuel#sadsamwinchester#sadgabriel#sadsam#sighs
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In my mind
You and I will always be
Slipping vodka in our tea
Somewhere in Cross Plains, Tennessee
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When my mind is not busy I become very depressed and apathetic but also quite anxious. Mental illness is no joke and I rarely ever comment on mine but just now knowing that the end of the semester is here and I have a week before I'm in summer school I can already feel it happening. Be patient with me. Sad Sam withdrawals and becomes distant. I don't hate you and I'm not avoiding you. I don't initiate things but I do appreciate things. #selfie #purplehair #mentalillness #mentalhealthawareness #sadsam #keepmecompany
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Новости сайта #ENGINEERING - 工程
New Post has been published on http://engineer.city/simulation-pioneer-richard-macneal-passes-leaving-behind-huge-cae-legacy/
Simulation Pioneer Richard MacNeal Passes, Leaving Behind Huge CAE Legacy
Simulation giant MSC Corporation has announced the passing of its co-founder, Dr. Richard MacNeal, aged 94, on Jan. 30.
Dr. MacNeal founded MSC Software Corporation in 1963 along with Robert Schwendler under the name of MacNeal-Schwendler Corporation (MSC).
MacNeal (right) and Schwendler (left) working on the space program.
Under the leadership of Dr. MacNeal, MSC developed SADSAM (Structural Analysis by Digital Simulation of Analog Methods), and he was a pioneer of finite elem…
Source: engineering.com
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#TIYH back in 1923 . #Yankees Sam Jones no-hits the #Athletics, 2-0, beating Bob Hasty. Babe Ruth makes the only strikeout of the game. Not till Ken Holtzman's no-hitter in 1969 will another pitcher record a no-hitter with no strikeouts. . #SamJones #SadSam #NoHitNoRun #ShibePark #Circa1923 #BackInTheDay . #28thQuest #MightyYankees #NYY #NewYorkYankees #NYYankees #pinstripes #StartSpreadingTheNews #MLB #Baseball #Beisbol #ILoveThisGame #BaseballFans #YankeesFan #designbyBiGGiE
#startspreadingthenews#yankees#newyorkyankees#nyyankees#ilovethisgame#shibepark#backintheday#beisbol#mightyyankees#baseballfans#athletics#nohitnorun#designbybiggie#baseball#28thquest#yankeesfan#pinstripes#circa1923#nyy#tiyh#mlb#samjones#sadsam
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10/14/18
Dear Diary,
I shouldn’t care anymore, but my head is like a 24/7 therapy session. I had told you I’d love you forever, but if forever for us never happened, do I still keep my word? I had so many promises that I didn’t have the chance to keep. That’s a good thing because we never were. I don’t know if I’m still supposed to love you, I tell myself I do, but I honestly don’t know - or if I ever truly did. That thought stings like a fresh cut. Why were all the times I’ve been passionately drowning in love with these people who were toxic for me? Is the comfort I have now a part of growing up, the hormones settling, and maturing to a new phase in life? I still want a fire strong enough to light my world, however playing with fire always leaves a few burns.
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Radio Santafe
Proyecto musical emergente. Creado por los artistas Samuel Paternina (@SADSAM) y Asdrubal Granados (@cuervotheproud). Provenientes de la costa atlantica colombiana.
Inspirados por la cotidianidad de Bogota D.C. Este proyecto busca atrapar las aleatoriedades y paradigmas de la modernidad de la capital en sonidos caoticos y armoniosos. En busca de una catarsis, o al menos un intento de escapar de la monotonia...
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Emerging musical project. Created by the artists Samuel Paternina (SADSAM) and Asdrubal Granados (Cicatriz). Coming from the Colombian Atlantic coast.
Inspired by the daily life of Bogota D.C. This project seeks to capture the randomness and paradigms of modernity of the capital in chaotic and harmonious sounds. In search of a catharsis, or at least an attempt to escape the monotony...
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