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starrlikesbooks · 2 years
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Have you seen the FANTASTIC cover for the Little Thieves sequel?!
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midchelle · 2 months
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Maureen Starkey Tigrett and Sir Richard Starkey married on this day, 11 February 1965.
'It's like the breakup of the Beatles. At one time we used to change together, then we started changing separately in different directions. There's no, like, 'Well, she cut my throat so we have to have a divorce.' There's no one snap thing that did it. It spread out over a year till you found yourself at the end of that year saying, 'What are we doing here? This isn't a marriage anymore.' And I had a fine marriage for eight-and-a-half years. I really had a fine marriage-- which I worked for, and she worked for it too. And it just started slipping away.'
Mr Charles Doughty, a partner in Withers, had told her that getting a divorce meant she would have to go into court and tell a judge that she could not bear to live with her husband any more. Asked by counsel how she felt about saying such a thing, Mrs Starkey clasped her forehead with her hand and whispered: 'I could not have said that because it was not true.'
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charlottesharlottes · 9 months
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after going to the ‘eyes of the storm’ exhibition I have come to the conclusion that paul was in fact in love with all three of his bandmates  
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rontra · 10 months
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im at a loss for words just trust and believe
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torchlitinthedesert · 7 months
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Elton John, John Lennon
We began spending a lot of time together, whenever I was in America. He'd separated from Yoko and was living in Los Angeles with May Pang. I know that period is supposed to have been really troubled and unpleasant and dark, but I've got to be honest, I never saw that in him at all. I heard stories occasionally - about some sessions he'd done with Phil Spector that went completely out of control, about him going crazy one night and smashing up the record producer Lou Adler's house. I could see a darkness in some of the people he was hanging out with: Harry Nilsson was a sweet guy, an incredibly talented singer and songwriter, but one drink too many and he'd turn into someone else, someone you really had to watch yourself around...
But I genuinely never encountered that nasty, intimidating, destructive aspect of John that people talk about, the biting, acerbic wit. I'm not trying to paint some saintly posthumous portrait at all; I obviously knew that side of him existed, I just never saw it at first-hand. All I ever saw from him was kindness and gentleness and fun, so much so that I took my mum and [Elton's stepfather] Derf to meet him. We went out to dinner, and when John went to the toilet, Derf thought it would be a great joke to take his false teeth out and put them in John's drink: there was something infectious about John's sense of humour that made people do things like that. Jesus, he was so funny. Whenever I was with him - or even better - him and Ringo - I just laughed and laughed and laughed.
Elton John, Me (2019)
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no-where-new-hero · 7 months
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A final Barney/Dean parallel: Emily proposes to Dean just as Valancy proposes to Barney.
The situations are, interestingly, reversed though: Valancy proposes to Barney at the end of her life. Emily proposes to Dean at the new beginning of hers (after her recovery). In terms of what's happening in the scene, the emotional roles are also reversed: Emily almost seems like Barney accepting Valancy, driven to linking her life with Dean's out of affection and something like pity. Both partnerships begin from friendship and a weird kind of mutual obligation, which absolutely plays into the statements that both Barney and Dean make about love being a bondage (I am very very certain LMM thought love was a bondage, especially her marriage, though she tries to work past it in an idealistic way). But Emily still chooses her bondage to Dean, as Valancy chooses hers to Barney, which feels radical in the context of the time.
(More rambling Dean discourse under the cut)
It's so tempting to see Dean as somehow pressuring Emily into choosing him because he's older and has this authority over her, and that's true to an extent. Obviously, he wouldn't have been in Emily's life at all if he didn't intentionally cultivate her friendship. But I think LMM is careful to underscore Emily's own agency in the matter and the way that she made this decision to marry him in the end based on a lot of other competing factors. Would she have proposed if Teddy were around and did anything but write an anemic distant letter to her? Probably not. But he did write that anemic distant letter which is BAD FORM BUDDY, so no wonder she felt abandoned by everyone else she cared for except for Dean, who stayed by her. Even from the beginning, LMM makes it clear that Emily pursues Dean's friendship as much as he does hers: look, it's hard being a weird misunderstood girl. Sometimes your best friend can be a weird misunderstood guy and if he happens to be 20 years older than you, that's a problem, but that's not really anyone's fault. (She also offers to kiss him if he wants when she doesn't like kissing people. Not that is is sexual or romantic by any means (in her mind at any rate), but she is giving him a special privilege, which is basically what she does when she proposes. We love people staying in character.)
That being said, I think LMM's determination to make Emily the master of her own fate is the hardest thing to reconcile. Through a modern lens, the types of patterns that bring Emily to Dean and keep him in her life are plainly visible (lonely young girl, lacking good guardianship, precociousness, etc). In a modern novel, we would say the person in Emily's place is a victim and interpret her with that as part of her identity. Yet because of how uncompromising LMM makes Emily, it feels impossible to think of her that way. When Emily wants to hang out with Teddy, she will, even if it’s at Dean’s expense, and she once gets annoyed at Teddy for not being like Dean and complimenting her looks (which is another interesting note on Emily’s personality). Emily even refuses to blame Dean for her destruction of her book, which translates to assuming culpability for her own exile from creativity.
One thing I did notice on a recent reread was that she finds life "cruel and wasteful" after looking at Vega of the Lyre. We're obviously meant to know she's thinking about Teddy in this moment. Two conclusions can be drawn from this: either the thought of him makes her more lonely and desperate because he continues not to be there for her, or the thought of him isn't powerful enough to counteract Dean’s condemnation of her work. Either way, we can never escape this unholy triangle of her creativity, Teddy, and Dean. The removal of one element is impossible.
But if she doesn’t blame Dean during the engagement, is she operating under chronic self-delusion? Because that’s not really part of her personality. Yes, she is dissatisfied in some measure, but the conditions of this seem unclear even to Emily. Which is why the choice of Teddy over Dean is no more satisfying to me in certain ways BECAUSE when Emily yearns for Teddy at the end of Emily’s Quest, it’s again because there’s no one left. She goes to him in the same way she turned to Dean. Yadda yadda, Emily and Teddy belong to each other. That’s all very well and we accept this because we’ve accepted everything else LMM has done. But even though Teddy wouldn’t have made her give up writing, we’re still stuck in the writing/Teddy/Dean triangle on almost the very last page as though that’s the only paradigm in which Emily can operate.
This got very out of control and so multitudinous apologies. I also feel like every time I sound like I’m defending Dean I put myself in front of a metaphorical firing squad for being a terrible person, so hopefully that won’t happen here.
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fandomsarefamily1966 · 3 months
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sounwise · 2 years
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When BEV broke up, Paul invited Dudley Edwards to come and stay with him at Cavendish. It was companionable having a young northern chap of his age around the house with Jane away. Also, like medieval princelings, each Beatle tended to maintain a court who served, flattered and amused them. Often these courtiers were given a small task to perform while they shared their Beatle’s privileged existence. In theory Dudley was at Cavendish to help decorate the house in the emerging hippie style, which was characterised by a combination of old, new and hand-made. […] Paul set Dudley Edwards to work painting tiny creatures into the pattern of the William Morris wallpaper that covered his dining room walls, creating a vast mural. ‘I started painting the mural in his dining room, but Paul didn’t seem that bothered about the mural being done,’ recalls Edwards. ‘Paul would say, “Put your brush down, we’re going out shopping.” That would be one minute and the next minute he’d say, “Put your brush down, we’re going to a night club.” And the next thing, “Are you coming to the recording studio?” I just accompanied him, went with him everywhere, basically enjoy[ing] ourselves.’ With Jane away, Paul and Dudley entertained a parade of women at the house, including the American singer Nico, who visited Cavendish when her mentor Andy Warhol was passing through town and stayed. This was Paul’s domestic scene, in early 1967, while he was recording Sgt. Pepper.
[—from Fab: An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney, Howard Sounes]
“I was doing murals for the Beatles. I did a mural in Paul's house and I lived with him for six months and then a mural in Ringo's house too when I lived with him for six months. This was at the time of Sergeant Pepper. Originally Paul asked me to stay with him and I realised after a short time that Jane Asher was away in America doing some theatrical production and that he didn't really want me to paint a mural, he just wanted company because every time I got started painting Paul would say, 'Come on, let's go off to the recording studio! Come on, lets go off to a nightclub! I've got a meeting with Epstein, will you come along? “I was just a friend really but after Jane came back he told me Ringo wanted a mural and I went over to live with Ringo. I found out that Ringo didn't want a companion, he actually wanted a mural painting.”
[—Dudley Edwards quoted in “Art, rugs and rock ’n’ roll,” BBC News]
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beatlesdiscord · 1 year
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Ringo: bought the iPhone 11 pro
Ringo: we're not taking dick pics anymore we're taking richard photographs
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starrlikesbooks · 2 years
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Happy May!
May is the best month- AKA my birth month- and it's also full of really incredible books this year!
As always, check under the cut for more on each~
Book of Night by Holly Black is the amazing Holly Black's adult debut! This is a dark fantasy novel of literally shadowy thieves and magic, and I've heard nothing but fantastic things!
The Hacienda by Isabel Cañas is a modern Gothic Horror piece, set in Mexico after the War. It's supposed to be a bit of a mash up between the classic Rebecca and Mexican Gothic.
I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston is McQuiston's YA debut, and since I was lucky enough to score and advanced copy, I can tell you it's great! Part indie movie mystery, part queer culture celebration, all love, it's going to be a lot of people's all time favorite very soon. I also wouldn't be surprised to see it get a movie deal!
Seasonal Fears by Seanan McGuire is the sequel/companion to the phenomenal Middlegame, an SFF books of twins and alchemy. That's one of my favorite books, and Seanan McGuire is an excellent fantasy writer, so consider me pumped!
When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill is a feminist magical realism story with actual DRAGONS. Sign me up, immediately.
Cafe Con Lychee by Emery Lee is Lee's sophomore novel after their very trans romance "Meet Cute Diary". This one is looking to be just as queer, and has some fun rivals to lovers.
Dead End Girls by Wendy Heard is a sapphic story of faking your own death, running from the cops, and also running from some people who might want you actually dead, and uhhh accidentally maybe causing some people to be actually dead. This is also one I've already read, and I can tell you it's a RIDE.
See You Yesterday by Rachel Lynn Solomon is for all the time loop fans out there! (Me.). This is a time loop romance about a girl reliving her awful first day of college.... with her nemesis.
Milo and Marcos at the End of the World by Kevin Christopher Snipes is one of my favorite books of the year! This one is a queer story of internalized homophobia and religious trauma- it's heavy and messy, but it's also got SUCH a good romance to balance it out. If I could shove this book into every queer teen and young adult's hands I would.
Queer Ducks (and Other Animals) by Eliot Schrefer is another book I'd love to shove into people's hands- it's also the only nonfiction book on this list! This is a study on queerness in nature, firmly and humorously shutting down arguments that queer living is "unnatural". It's also by the author of the phenomenal queer scifi thriller "The Darkness Outside Us".
The Fae Keeper by HE Edgmon is the long awaited sequel to The Witch King! This book promises a follow up to those truly divine vibes!
Together We Burn by Isabel Ibanez is about- wait for it... both dragons and flamenco dancers. There's also enemies to lovers!
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divatheeva · 1 year
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greetings acotar tumblr I have read one(1) audiobook and the rest of my knowledge comes from WithCindy videos (love her)
with that here is my EXTREMELY unserious fairysona because I love putting unserious sonas in serious media enjoy x
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thecruellestmonth · 1 year
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Big Two comics fandom is wild.
Fans scurrying around like mice, picking only the choicest delectable cheese crumbs of canon, weaving in and out of the deadly spring-traps of terrible writing.
Other fans deliberately placing their paws into the mouse traps, week after week.
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aicidos · 11 months
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@lightsmartyr + prompt: ❝ there is no law that gods must be fair. ❞ yuri @ claude
"of course." 
nature, after all, simply is. the wind that directs almyran sails can be so cruel and merciful, but it is all ultimately up to them to decide. and there's freedom in being so left to one's own devices, a freedom so lovely and terrible. the sum of it comforts him. yet, khalid knows—and the thought fills him with a sense of othering—that yuri’s mind is elsewhere when it comes to gods. for the sake of remaining discrete, he follows that path, that fódlanese line of thinking he has learned to adapt to, like sinking back into leaves, drowning in sand. ah, nature, again. unshakable. “in fact, i would rather there not be any laws pertaining to gods at all. divine punishment hasn’t always been about fairness, anyway.” at least not if you read between the lines in all the scripts, even those above abyss, but khalid holds his tongue.
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“don’t think anyone from the clergy would be too eager to agree with you, though. seems they all trust that the goddess knows what’s fair.” his finger traces the spine of his book, and there’s only so much light that can filter underground, rendering the nuances of khalid’s expression only visible to trained eyes. and perhaps yuri’s are. so he rolls his shoulders, and, between jest and truth, brightens. “doesn’t exactly sit right with me, a god that meddles in one’s affairs. but keep that between us, will you? unleeess there's a price for your silence that i'm totally unaware of,” oh, there probably most definitely is.
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recallthename · 2 years
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We always come back to ourselves because we never change.  We might be A plus One when One equals gray suits.  That would be the gray-suit cycle.  Then A plus Two when it's floral shirts.  But we're always there all the time as A.  Then you finish up A plus Dead.  Excuse all the clever stuff.  I just get carried away talking.  But all the changes, you see, the physical ones are superficial.  You go into a cycle, but you don't get carried away forever by it, because the more you know, the less you know.  And there's always each other as safety valves. The thing is, we're all really the same person.  We're just four parts of the one.  We're individuals, but we make up together The Mates, which is one person.  If one of us, one side of the mates, leans over one way we all go with him or we pull him back.  We all add something different to the whole.
Paul McCartney, The Beatles by Hunter Davies
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arthur-r · 2 years
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#i emailed them when i woke up pretty much and then i was distracted and busy but they got back to me!!#basically i emailed asking if i could conduct email interviews with any interested staff members#where i could learn about what they did for college what they do on a typical day and stuff like that!!#cause im still trying really hard to figure out what kind of degree i want to be a museum person#and like. if i get a masters in public history and library science would it actually apply to somewhere like mia?#and what kind of job within a museum would best fit my personal skills and limitations and just. stuff like that#and they emailed me back which is great#anyway hi world it’s been a minute i’ve been sequestering myself inside of my mind and disintegrating on the daily#because my dad is terrible at single parenting and my mom is missing in action (she’s on a planned trip don’t worry) but im not good at#taking care of myself my dad thinks cooking is womens work (unless it’s grilling which he has loads of books on and sometimes does) and i#don’t care enough about my own well being to make myself food half the time. so i just haven’t been eating haven’t been getting out of bed#but as of today i just had a shower i have laundry in the laundry machine things are looking up a little#and my sisters murder mystery party is later today i have to dress up as a victorian lady named starr dangerfield#im going to wear my own clothes mostly so there shouldn’t be too much dysphoria. but i will be putting my hair in tiny pigtails#which is something i did every day when i was a cisgender high school freshman. my current hair is like my old pigtails hair but just erase#the pigtail part from existence. like the reason i always had those pigtails was so that most of my hair would be what im actually#comfortable with which is what i have now. but even my short hair is still capable of the smallest little pigtails. and thats what i will do#idk i might be able to get by having my regular hair. that would be very much preferable#my sister is going to give me some crazy dramatic makeup though too. wish me luck :(#oh but the cool thing about starr dangerfield is that she’s the curator of the carnivals wax museum!! which. i don’t like wax figures but#as evidenced by the email exchange that’s going on right now i do love museums and curating so!! that’s good stuff#anyway i have to go see if my laundry is moveable. but just. yeah. mini life update#me. my post. mine.#delete later
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jae-sch-writes · 2 months
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Fruity Confessions
Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1,584
Genre: fluffy goodness
Summary: After a hunt, the Reader gets very drunk. What will Sam do?
Warnings: alcohol consumption (like, a lot of it), mention of murder (nothing out of SPN norm), mention of smut (in a book), hinted at smutty thoughts
A/N: What's up Tumblr? It's been a while. Writing is gonna be all over the place because I have a kid now! (crazy, right?) But as a SAHM, I have a lot of free time to write, so here's to (hopefully), getting back into it. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are no one's fault but me, myself, and I.
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You were a fruity drink kinda girl. While the boys had their variety of beers, you preferred Smirnoff Ices or a seltzer of some kind. When the situation called for something a little harder, like at the end of every hunt, the Winchesters drank whiskey, and you enjoyed a bottle of wine. 
With each state you’ve gone to, you made sure to find a winery from that state, and if they had a fruity-flavored bottle, you were definitely getting at least one. This time- Wisconsin.
A hunt had brought you to Green Bay: at Lambeau Field to be specific. Home field Packers’ games were canceled after eight different fans of the Detroit Lions were found dead after their game. It didn’t take long to find out it was a ghost, however, finding out who the ghost was was a different story. After lots of research, Sam had determined it was Bart Starr, the Packers’ quarterback during their first Super Bowl win.
“The dude’s buried in Alabama, so how the hell did he make it here beyond the grave?” Dean asked.
“One of Starr’s jerseys is at the Field. That’s definitely what he’s being tethered to, but it’s gonna be difficult getting it out of its case. Lambeau has all of their memorabilia in cases with alarms,” you said, not looking up from your book. After some moments of silence, you looked up to see Sam and Dean looking at you like you had three heads. “What? I know things.”
“Yeah, but about football?” Dean was shocked. “Not even the game itself, but the fact you just happened to know one of these random player’s jerseys was in their museum? It’s weird.”
“Dean, leave her be, she literally just told us what we’ve gotta burn.” Sam was impressed. While he had never been interested in sports, he was pleasantly surprised by your knowledge, however niche of a topic it may be. “But, I gotta know,” Sam turned to you, “how did you know that?”
“I’ve been to a game or two at Lambeau Field. My dad was a Packers fan.”
You happened to be the one to go to the jersey to burn it while the boys were your backup. The faded green jersey with the number 15 on it was lit up in its display case. You all knew it had to be in and out. Break the case, burn the jersey, and get the hell out.
The sound of shattering glass came with the sound of an alarm, alerting the guard at the entrance to the museum portion of the stadium. Bart Starr was throwing around Sam and Dean like they were footballs.
You had just barely been able to get a match onto the jersey before security was able to see you. Luckily, the small flame was enough to distract him and made him run in the opposite direction to get a fire extinguisher.
The next morning, as Sam and Dean were packing up, you drove to a state business called Festival Foods. There, you found their selection of state-made wines. You opted for a couple of labels all made of cranberries. If you were grabbing wines made in Wisconsin, you might as well grab ones made with one of the state’s bigger industries.
You spent the twelve hours from Green Bay back to Lebanon in almost complete silence. You and Sam reading your books, and Dean humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.
The minute you got home, you grabbed the cooler and went to the kitchen. Your only thoughts were on the wine you had got and how you needed to try it.
“Y/N, you didn’t even grab your-” Sam’s sentence was interrupted by seeing you grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard. “I’ll go put your bag in your room.” Sam knew better than to get between you and your wine. The last time he tried that, he ended up on the floor from trying to cut you off for the night. Your love for wine and need for a drink after a hunt had given you the drunken power to somehow take him down, despite the size difference between you and him. 
Sam retreated from the kitchen to his bedroom. You took your bottle, glass, and book to the library and settled yourself into the loveseat you had picked for nights like these. 
About 3/4ths of the bottle in, you had abandoned the thought of a wine glass and just started drinking straight from the bottle. Your mind was wandering from the fantasy-romance you were reading and to thoughts of Sam. When you reached a smutty part of the story, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Sam in that way.
You were now a bottle down, and made your way back to the kitchen to open up another one. It really didn't take long for you to finish the second bottle. You were stumbling to the kitchen, with the intent to grab your third bottle, when you were stopped by the table in the library, not at it, by it. You had walked right into it, almost like you forgot the large oak table was there. 
Getting to the kitchen truly was difficult for you, your drunken version of a marathon. Sam heard all of the commotion going on and took a guess on where you were heading. Usually he would leave you be, but being able to hear you walk into things, he decided to risk you being mad at him. 
He stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, and let you walk right into him. It took him everything to keep him from laughing at your face when you were met with the wall of muscle. 
“Sammy, whaddya doin’ here?” Your words were slurred, but not incoherent.
“Preventing alcohol poisoning,” Sam grabbed your hand and guided you down the hall. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”
“Can I sleep in yours?” Your drunken state left you with no filter. The words just came out of your mouth. 
“Ya know, given you walked right into me like I was invisible, that might actually be a good idea.”
Sam’s response invoked a giggle from you, and he couldn't help but smile. Even though you were stumbling down the halls of the Bunker, bumping into Sam every couple of steps, he thought you were adorable. You were usually pretty reserved and in control, but like this, you’re care-free, not calculating your every move. 
It took almost twice as long to get to Sam’s room as usual with how many times you bumped into him or tripped over your own feet resulting in him having to catch you. Sam told himself after the fourth time if you fell one more time, he was just going to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Much to his dismay, that did not happen. He would have loved to know your reaction in the morning if you remembered him doing that. 
When you finally reached Sam’s room, the first thing you did was flop on the bed, or attempt to anyway. Thankfully, you fell just short of landing all the way on so your head never hit the floor. Sam chuckled and helped you up. Before laying back down, you took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants. 
This wasn't the first time Sam had seen you without a shirt, or the first time the two of you shared a bed, but this time was different. This time you were drunk and didn't really know what you were doing. In your drunken state, you were just getting ready for bed, for Sam, he couldn't help but think that you thought of him as someone safe. Why else would you have asked if you could stay with him tonight?
Sam got you comfy on the bed, all the while you were giggling up a storm. Sam looked at you and smiled. “What? What's so funny, Y/N/N?”
“Nothin’. I just think you're cute. And tall,” you looked at Sam with big eyes and a goofy grin. “Oh my gosh you're so tall.” 
“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled. “Let's just get you to sleep, alright?”
You nodded as he helped you make sure you didn't smack your head against his bed frame. Sam grabbed the small trash can sitting at his desk and brought it to your side of the bed. You usually held your liquor really well, but given your state, he didn't want to take any chances. 
“Sammy?” you say quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” your voice got serious. Sam knew you'd be falling asleep soon, you always stopped being goofy towards the end of the night. 
“I mean it. I really do,” Sam knew you weren't just saying that because you were drunk. If you were talking, your filter may be going, but you mean every word that comes out of your mouth. 
“I know you do,” Sam smiled softly before crawling into his bed behind you and pulling his blanket over the two of you. He let his arm fall over your side and rubbed his thumb in small circles over your stomach. He hated not knowing if you were going to remember this in the morning. 
He waited to hear your breathing become slow and steady before whispering, “I love you, too, Y/N/N.”
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