#sam tag

[yenskiers]

ELLA PURNELL as JACKIE TAYLOR

for @buffyalicent

#jackie taylor #yellowjackets #sam tag #llewedit #ella purnell #jackietayloredit #yellowjacketsedit #ellapurnelledit #epurnelledit #96yellowjackets #i think those are enough tags for now

[brotherwifesoncodeddean]

"So.... dad's never going to stop, huh?"

"......."

"To tell you the truth, sometimes I wonder if he even wants to catch it. He'll look at me like there's nothing else in the whole world he'd rather we'd be doing, and I have to wonder..."

#wincest #spn art #samdean #sam winchester #dean winchester #the night baby started to become their car that they belong to instead of just dad's #a exploratory doodle with an off the cuff caption #if anyone wants to add more to this absolutely feel free #andy draws #sam tag #dean tag #wincest tag

[sleepsart]

Poppies symbolize peace, sleep, death, and rebirth.

[ ID: A drawing of Sam from the knees up, standing in a field of poppies. He's a broad-shouldered person with ox horns, long floppy brown ears, a snout, and a thin tail. He's looking at the viewer with a neutral expression. He's holding a fist full of poppies to his chest with one hand, while his other hand hovers of a partially materialized glowing pickaxe. He's wearing a green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a bulky brown tool belt, and a pair of baggy blue jeans. He has a nose ring and one visible earring. His hair is collarbone length, wavy, and blonde with brown roots. His nails are painted black and he has several freckles. He looks tired. The background is grey. End ID ]

Tag list: @luna-spacedoodles @convexers @shadowcraft @hc-viii @grey-nova @chimbamuerto @gardenergulfie @oakskull @sadgeish @im-troublesome @griancraft @bellemyers @solardashpraxus @routeriver

#id #napsart #original stuff tag #sam tag #oc #original character #digital art #r.smp

[sleepyjim]

friend's dog

#my art #i guess 😭this was a joke but i think its really silly #dogs #pitbulls #sam tag #<- thas his dog whiskey :3

[gooseplumes]

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #sylvari #sam tag

[parkeryangs]

do you think matt is a gamer

YES matt is absolutely a gamer but the most important thing is that he's terrible at it lol. give him anything more complicated than minecraft and he gets stuck a few levels in before he hits his skill limit and has to make one of his friends (usually mike) help him.

actuallyyyy i think an au where matt is a decently popular twitch streamer would be so fun because his entire gimmick as a creator is that he's awful, and his chat encourages it by directing him the wrong way in games, redeeming various channel point goals that make gameplay harder, etc.

when he starts getting more involved with base, he tells stories about woe.begone/+ base missions and, naturally, nobody believes him (though a conspiracy did go around when 357a blew up, until obv shut that down pretty quickly) and he gets a rep online for being the guy that just makes up outlandish stories during his streams. edgar hates that he does that, mike mostly thinks it's funny, but generally they figure it's not really doing any harm.

every once in awhile, he manages to convince a few of the base folks to join in his content, usually in the form of playing first-person shooters with jam (who is miles better than him), minecraft with ty (he hadn't expected him to say yes when he asked, but it ends up being his most popular game as ty manages to make even matt look like he's good at video games), guitar hero with chance and shadow, and, just once, five nights at freddy's with michael (michael refused to play with him again after he kept getting jumpscared, until matt offered that they try red dead)

#ty for the ask ahaha #i went a BIT off topic but like ...its cool #finch chirps #askbox #mattposting #sam tag

[spindrifters]

#6 Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

I think about this scene in Marg all the time… the first time I read it I got literal chills. The dialogue and the prose and the atmosphere here is so perfect, and the magic feels so real. Like “you have to believe!!! That it’s for you!!!���

The ROMANCE of this moment but also the themes are theming… really has it all!!

saaaaaaaaaaam

these two really had no idea what was coming, huh? and honestly, neither did I.

#sam tag

[stupidscav]

last post before I go to bed maybe

i love them so much. i love them i love them i love them.

@kosss369

#scavs silly misc #happy scav #haha been a while since i used that one huh? #sam tag #jimothy tag #hellopet #<3 #jam tag

[yenskiers]

ELLA PURNELL as JACKIE TAYLOR

YELLOWJACKETS (2021 — )

#jackie taylor #yellowjackets #sam tag #ella purnell #jackietayloredit #epurnelledit #ellapurnelledit #yellowjacketsedit #96yellowjackets #llewedit

[sillypinkboy]

mike's style in the mikebutch farm au

YOU ARE SO RIGHT OMG. I need to draw him in some of those asap !!!

The one guy that's dressed a little to sultry to be hanging around a farm as much as he does. Honestly man

#mike murdock #sam tag #mikebutch farm au #pink's asks

[sleepsart]

I made friends and now I'm motivated to post again hiii

[ ID 1: A drawing of Sam and Kestrel from the chest up. Sam is an ox person with large white horns, floppy brown ears, and an ox-like nose. He's looking at Kestrel and pointing with a tired and amused expression. He has tan skin, freckles, pale wavy blonde hair with brown roots, a brown soul patch, a gold nose ring and gold earring, grey eyes, and a green plaid shirt. His hair is in a ponytail. Kestrel is a goopy cat-like thing made of various shades of sparkling cyan sculk. She has blacked out eyes and sharp teeth, and she's looking at Sam with an unamused expression and pointing to the side. Sam is saying "Haha you got beans," while Kestrel says "Check the barrel already," and Sam replies "Ok". The background is grey and the text bubbles are green and teal. End ID 1 ]

[ ID 2: A drawing of Sam in a comic box, drawn from the chest up. He's looking up with a confused expression with a hand up by his face. He's wearing a teal hoodie this time and he looks much more tired. His nails are painted blue and his hair is down. The background is grey. End ID 2]

[ ID 3: A drawing of Sam in profile. He's looking ahead with a relaxed smile. He's facing the right. There's a note next to him pointing along his nose, saying "Slopes" with a smiley face. His hair is down and he's wearing the green plaid shirt again. End ID 3]

Tag list: @luna-spacedoodles @hermitcraft-8 @gardenergulfie @oakskull @sadgeish @im-troublesome @griancraft @bellemyers @solardashpraxus @routeriver

#id #napsart #ocs #original characters #sam tag #digital art #original character #original stuff tag #kestrel isn't mine he's a friend's but I don't think that person has a tumblr .. sad #n e way

[sleepyjim]

#hunter tag #basset hounds #dogs #sam tag #he made this meme and we laughed at it for like 5 minutes

[gooseplumes]

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #sam tag

[parkeryangs]

matt woebegone "they have accidentally caused a fire - how did they do it and how do they react to it?"

x

Matt was trying to make breakfast.

It was he and Mike's first morning in their new apartment. The place wasn't great; Mike had already found a mouse hiding in his bedroom the evening before, they didn't have any hot water yet and had to carry their trash half a mile to the nearest dumpster, but—well—it was home.

Mike is sleeping in and Matt is currently having trouble with the stove. Preheating the oven was simple enough, if the rapidly rising red numbers on the small display are anything to go by, but the stovetop seems to have it out for him in particular. The knobs keep catching, and, with Matt being used to electric stoves, the gas heating element alone is a new sort of beast, but after a few shameful Google searches and nervous frowns at the sharp exhale of gas from the lines, he gets it lit.

Dressed in nothing but boxers and a ratty old band t-shirt he’d probably stolen from Mike, Matt grins in satisfaction at the flames licking up around the back left burner and then digs through the cabinets for the secondhand skillet they’d unpacked the day prior, before a whirlwind of a shopping trip for the necessary groceries.

As much as he loves him, Matt hates shopping with Mike, for groceries in particular. Trips to a bookstore or anything of the sort were fine, but if they were buying food, Mike was never one to stray from the predetermined list, or spend more time in a store than was needed, even though Matt likes to wander and shop without a hyperspecific list in his mind. Usually they rush through it and will still manage to forget an item or two, but after a quick glance through the fridge, Matt thinks they've made it out fine enough.

He settles on making bacon and biscuits and gravy. The gravy was a mix that had come in a pouch, and the biscuits were canned, but Matt, well aware of his limitations in the kitchen, figures that Mike probably wouldn't even notice in his early morning haze, and would just be glad there was any food to eat, as they hadn't picked up anything prepackaged after Mike’s claim that they needed ingredients first, before anything else.

Still—fifteen minutes pass and the biscuits are in the oven, the gravy is done and thick enough to cut with a fork, just the way Mike likes it, and Matt is standing at the stove nudging strips of bacon around on the skillet. He feels Mike before he hears him, when two arms encircle his waist, the other clearly pleased as he then rumbles, voice heavy with sleep, “You really know the way to a man's heart, Possum,”

“Good morning,” Matt drawls in response, spine straightening with the unexpected touch. “Also, when did you get so quiet? Jesus, Mikey, I’ll have to put a bell on you,” Mike laughs at that, and Matt can already imagine the sort of smile that's crossed the other man's face, sleepy and sweet. Yearning to see it for himself, he gives the bacon a few more experimental prods with a fork before flipping them over, then twisting in Mike’s grasp amidst the low sizzle of the meat, coming essentially face-to-face with the other man as he shifts.

“You made breakfast,” Mike states flatly, though he's still grinning and there's a bright gleam of pleasure that Matt catches in his eye. “You made biscuits and gravy,”

“Yeah, y-yeah, I know how serious you are about biscuits and gravy. I, uh, hope it's edible; this stove is weird,” Matt says, all too focused on the soft curve of Mike's mouth in the dim half-light of the kitchen. He kisses him, then, just because he can, one hand finding its way to Mike's jaw as the other earnestly deepens the kiss.

Mike mumbles something about being glad he’d brushed his teeth already, then nudges Matt away from the stove, backing him hurriedly up against the fridge. Matt hears a magnet fall as his spine collides slightly too roughly with the stainless steel door, but can't find it in himself to really be bothered, all too enamored with the way Mike is already clinging to him like a lifeline.

Truthfully, neither of them can be sure when the fire started after that.

Matt smells it first—the sudden rush of smoke mixed with charred meat—and he all but tears himself away from Mike, hitting his head on the fridge door in the process. He curses at the spark of pain, then curses again when he sees the now-flaming pan, still perched neatly over the burner. “What the— I-I’m going to burn the fucking apartment down on our first day,” he hisses, then falling into another string of swears.

To his part, Mike has accepted this turn of events rather well, turning off the burner before darting towards the pantry and chattering half to himself about whether or not they'd grabbed a box of baking soda.

“Fuck,” Matt snaps again, frantically tearing through the drawers before snagging another pan, flipping it over to crush the flaming bacon beneath it and the other pan. This has the desired effect of killing the source of oxygen, treating him only to another nasty cloud of smoke after he lifts the pan off of the charred remains of their breakfast following an agonizingly long wait.

The other then opens the kitchen window without a word, fanning the smoke uselessly towards it. “Well. I think we should probably change the battery in the smoke detector soon, huh.”

Matt can't help but laugh, fidgeting with the burnt pieces of bacon in the pan. “I hope you like your bacon…crispy?” he offers with a shaky laugh, tipping the skillet to show Mike the wrecked remains. “Maybe ashy is a better word. I think it’d crumble if you tried to eat it; sorry about breakfast. I-I wanted to surprise you,”

“I’m plenty surprised,” Mike snarks quickly in return, before his gaze flicks in the direction of the pot of gravy and biscuits, untouched by the fire. “That still looks edible, though. A-and once you get past the burnt smell, it does smell good in here. You did good,”

Matt smiles, and, leaving the remains of the bacon behind, they eat biscuits and gravy on the floor of their living room, paper plates cradled in their laps and shoulders brushing together whenever one of them moves.

#THIS IS OVER 1K but its fine . its okay. lol #also this is technically my first woe.begone fic. i guess :] #ty for the ask sam i got carried away but this was fun :D #mattkey #woe.begone #rambling #finch chirps #finch writes #askbox #ask game #sam tag #wbgblogging

[soulchester]

making out w him as we speak

#!!!!! #that’s my girlfriend guys my baby my best girl #sam winchester #supernatural #sam tag