OMG she's still alive... and has vids to post! wooooot... I made these quite some time ago I just never got around to post them ( Read more... )

 
( Sam grins at the wild moans from the general direction of the bedroom. )

Sam’s outraged screams fade away in the 85th minute. She’s not giving up like the players seem to have but her throat has gone so sore after all the cursing following the denied equalizer in the 38th minute.

She longs to drown her disappointment in excessive alcohol but the guys are on ops she’s not allowed to know about. Everything would be ( Read more... )

 
( “GODDAMNFUCKINGSHIT!” Sam jumps up from the sofa, almost spilling her beer as the ball slips through Green’s hands and rolls into the goal. )

So, a few weeks ago I created a journal, entwined_worlds , for fics and vids that deal with the life my characters lead living with me. These help me a lot to understand different aspects of their personalities before/while writing their canon stories, besides, I love them and I can't help myself. :) The journal will probably be friends locked in a week or so, so ( Read more... )

First rule of the ARC:  You do not trust Helen Cutter.

Second rule of the ARC: You do not trust Helen Cutter.

Third rule of the ARC: You at least try to act surprised whenever Helen Cutter manages to get the upper hand because, duh!, someone did trust her.

This time it’s Sam.

She’s watching gentle hands rock a cradle and the face of her ( Read more... )

Everyone’s there: Stephen and Ryan (before or after a quickie in the loo); Kermit and Cara, their fingers entangled under the table; Nick talking anomalies with Connor who’s casting longing looks at Abby; Sarah leaning just a bit too close to a radiant Jenny; Ditzy with his arm around Caroline; Blade smiling at Lorraine; Malcolm ordering another ( Read more... )

The idea was obviously Sam’s judging by the way she’s grinning. The dress is Sarah’s choice, an exact match for her Christmas party dress which Lester must have praised in a moment of insanity. The makeup is Jenny’s doing, the blond wig too, and Lester realizes why the soldiers have been so giggly all day as he spots Lyle’s smooth legs (Dammit, ( Read more... )

“It’s a lizard,” Sam said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything.

“So?” Abby looked at her blankly.

“So… it is a lizard,” Sam rolled her eyes, looking at Stephen for help but he ignored her, not wanting to get caught in the argument.

“He has a name, you know,” Abby muttered, annoyed.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Sam, ( Read more... )

When Sam opened the door she found Lyle leaning heavily against the doorframe, reeking of alcohol. A sight she had come used to lately.

“Hey West,” he grinned lazily and Sam thought it was quite an achievement that he could stop his words from slurring.

“You’re drunk again,” she said without a hint of reproach.

“Well observed.”

Lyle pushed ( Read more... )