I do not remember how Tumblr works but I am here and I am v gay screaming am about to watch bloody Holby with @asfarascruithne I have wine and years worth of screaming to do yet this may or may not turn into a live blog sorry
IT’S BEEN FIVE AND A HALF YEARS!! 5!! AND A HALF!!
And you can still count on two hands the amount of times they’ve kissed in comparison to the sheer amount of trauma they (we!!!) have experienced omg
A mental illness is a thing that people cast in a different category [from other illnesses], but I don’t think it is. It should be taken as seriously as anything else. You don’t see the mental illness: It’s not a mass; it’s not a cyst. But it’s there. It’s funny when insecurity hits you. Sometimes I feel I know the world so well, but then…it’s so debilitating. You’re like, What am I doing here? No one wants to see me. Why are you taking my picture? It’s stupid, it’s irrational, and it’s not all about me, but I make it about me because I’m insecure.
“Worship is not an experience. Worship is an act, and this takes discipline. We are to worship ’‘in spirit and in truth.” Never mind about the feelings. We are to worship in spite of them.“
Okay, so this is a new fic, which I wanted to write for a while now, but I don’t know if you guys like the idea, or not, but I post it, and see how it goes. But I feel like it’s too risky or gross, so I don’t think many of you going to like it.
It’s an AU, where Sam is not a treasure hunter, just a simple thief, and after a job goes wrong, Sam ends up in jail (just like in the game for 13 years).
His sentence was over, and he can go home now. Well, he doesn’t have a home, he doesn’t even know where his brother lives. The last time Sam saw Nathan was at the court, where he was sentenced to 13 years of prison, for a crime he haven’t committed. It was his partner who shot the guard in the museum, instantly killing him, but the judge didn’t believe him, and worst of all, his little brother didn’t believe him either.
The only things Sam had in his bag as he stepped through the gates, was a pair of jeans and a shirt for change, a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He imagined this day a thousand times in his head, but none of them were like this. He imagined as Nate was waiting for him, but who he wanted to kid? He haven’t heard from him for years. The last letter he got from him was four years ago, when he wrote that he became a father.
Oh yeah, the letters. They were in his bag too. Not much, but it was more than nothing. It pained him, that his little brother didn’t believe that he was innocent… Okay, not innocent, he was a thief after all, while his brother stayed on the right side of the law, but he wasn’t a murderer, and Nate knew this. But the evidence fooled everyone, and it was enough to ruin his life not just for 13 years, but forever.
Because now he had nowhere to go.
He looked back at the prison and he wondered for a moment if it would’ve been better if he was sentenced for a lifetime.
He took a deep breath and went for the nearest bus stop. One of the guards who gave him the pack of cigarettes gave him a few dollars too, so he could catch a cab and buy food, but the bus was cheaper, so maybe he could go to a cheap motel for a night too.
That was 6 months ago. Now here he was, sitting on a dirty blanket, in his dirty clothes, reading a dirty newspaper he grabbed from a dirty trashcan with his dirty hands.
Yeah… It would’ve been better if he was sentenced for a lifetime. Or even better. If he was sentenced to death.
The look people gave him… He knew that look. That was the look he gave homeless people 13 years ago. Disgust with a mix of pity. And these people were his prey. It was hard to get close to them undetected, because who wouldn’t be suspicious of a homeless person getting close to them, but he was lucky so far.
A small smile appeared on Sam’s lips as he successfully stole the asshole’s wallet from his pocket. He looked back at his spot… yes he has a spot now. Two spots, to be specific: one in the park, and one in the nearby street, next to a building, where he can hide if it’s raining.
Or to be more specific: where they can hide.
Oh yeah, he’s not alone, he has a little ball of fur, laying on his blanket, a german shepherd. She was about 3 months old and Sam found her in a trashcan. Some heartless asshole just dumped her, and it was luck Sam found her, because she almost starved to death. He decided to call her Bonny.
Sam made his way over to a hot-dog stand and bought two hot-dogs and a bottle of water. He was glad that he could at least buy food here, because he wasn’t allowed in any shop, and this man was nice enough to serve him. He walked back to his blanket and Bonny looked at him with happy eyes as she saw the food in his hand. Sam smirked.
“Are you hungry?” - he asked as he sat down next to her and tore a small amount and gave it to her.
He watched as Bonny ate happily and when he saw that she was full, he started to eat the rest. He poured water in Bonny’s bowl - which was a plastic cup, the hot-dog man gave him - then he took a few gulps of the bottle too as he looked around.
It was a sunny and rather hot day, considering it was September, but Sam was worried. He was released from the prison in April, and it was warm then too, and he was scared to think about how he and Bonny were going to survive the winter. Where should they go? Should they go to a homeless shelt…
His thoughts were interrupted when a giant black and white something slammed into him, making him drop his hot-dog and water as he fall on his back with a groan.
“Oh my god, Rocco, no!” - he heard a woman scream, and he also heard as Bonny started to bark in her tiny voice.
Sam groaned as he slowly sat back up, and looked up to see what happened. He gasped a little when he came face to face with a big dalmatian dog, and he swore it was grinning at him.
“Bad dog! Very bad dog!” - the same voice said angrily, and Sam looked behind the dog to see the owner.
And he almost gasped again. She was simply the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on.
You reached your dog, and the poor old man, whom he had ran over.
You glared at Rocco, then turned to the man. He had a beard on his face and he was dirty, and when you were on your way here, you prepared yourself for the horrible smell you were going to feel, but to your surprise, he wasn’t stinky. It was just a mixture of smoke and sweat, and it was like on any other person after maybe a workout.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” - you asked the man as you looked at his belongings.
You noticed the big bag next to him and you wondered for a moment that maybe he has some soap or something in it.
“Ugh, uhm, yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” - he answered in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
Your eyes found his food on the ground and you gasped.
“Oh, god! I’m terribly sorry, please, let me buy you another one!” - you said and you didn’t let him answer you, you hurried to the hot-dog stand and bought a hot-dog and a bottle of water and a coke too.
You hurried back to him and reached them out for him.
“I bought you a coke as an apology.” - you said with a shy smile.
“You didn’t have to.” - Sam accepted everything nonetheless, it was 13 years ago since he last drink coke after all.
“The least I could do.” - you waved it off, and then your eyes widened when you saw his dog.
“Aaawww, and who is this little guy?” - you asked and Sam watched surprised as you leaned down and pulled the dog in your arms.
The people were afraid of Bonny, she was a stray dog after all, a little dirty, and they were afraid that she was sick or something.
“Uhm, it’s a girl, and her name is Bonny.” - Sam said with a little smile.
“Bonny, huh? I like it, Anne Bonny was a kick-ass pirate, is that right?” - you asked Bonny, as you scratched her chin and she throw her head backwards in satisfaction.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He loved history, especially, pirate history, his mom used to tell him stories about them.
“You like pirates?“
"Well, there’s a show about them, you know, Black Sails, it’s awesome.” - you grinned at him.
“Really? I haven’t heard of it.” - he said as he took a bite from his hot-dog.
You watched from the corner of your eye as he ate and how he eyed Rocco. It was weird, you never thought that you would have a pleasant conservation with a homeless… God, as you thought about it, you sounded like a horrible person. Why would someone be less of a person just because life treated them poorly?
“Jesus, I’m such an asshole, my name’s ‘Y/N’.” - you said as you put Bonny down and gave her a treat from your pocket, while you were looking at the man.
“Sam.” - he bowed his head with a smile.
“Well Sam, it was nice to meet you, and sorry again for running you over.” - you said with a giggle.
“It’s okay, I think he did it because he likes me.” - Sam said as he patted Rocco’s head and he happily wiggled his tail.
“Uhm, actually it was kinda my fault, see that frisbee, over there?” - you pointed behind him.
Sam turned around and saw it in the grass not far behind him.
“Yeah, I throw that, and it was supposed to go that way.” - you said awkwardly as you pointed in the opposite direction.
Sam laughed out loud, and you smiled hearing that.
“Nice skills.” - he said still laughing.
“Hey!” - you said faking offense. - “Do you want Rocco to run you over again?”
“Oh, god no, he’s heavy!”
“Yes, he is.” - you smiled. - “Come on, Rock, bring it back!” - you said and he ran to it and brought it back, but when you reached for it, he didn’t gave it to you, but turned his head and took a few steps away from you.
“You’re such an asshole, you know that?"
Sam laughed again.
"Yeah, very funny.” - you rolled your eyes, but smiled, and waved to him, as you started walking away with Rocco.
“Bye.” - Sam waved too, and a happy sigh left his lips.
Bonny whined next to him and he looked down, and saw her looking after you.
“I know.” - he said as he scratched her ear.
Then his face fell, and the sad thoughts clouded his mind again.
“But I don’t have a chance with her. I mean, who goes for a homeless guy? Besides you, hmm?” - he gave her a sad smile and took a sip of the coke.
Ladies and gentlemen, everyone, I introduce you to my comfort fanfic I love to read when I’m stressed. Still coming back to it, malady. ❤️ @missdictatorme
Her eyes. They were like the sunset. So bright they could light the sky. But they had that impending darkness that I knew was sure to come hidden inside. That darkness of night was what made me pawn after her. It was her lure. It pulled you in just enough to give you a taste, never enough to be the least bit satisfied and then it just pushed you back. Always making you crave for more. And you would do almost anything for just a little bit more. She was an addiction. I needed her everyday. I needed to see her. I needed to touch her. I needed to just feel her. If I just felt her once. I knew I could make it through the day. I could arise any challenge as long as I had her. She was the light. She was a goddess. And damn did I want to be her slave. I’d do anything for her, all she had to do was say the word. And it was hers. I would protect her. I would keep her safe. I would make sure that that light in her eyes never dwindled, never died out. I would do anything for her, always. I loved her.
