in the morning, at the top of the stairs

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lacertarum‌:

        the temptation is too much. elias immediately spots the guitar on his way out of the parking garage and he can’t help but go visit the yard sale. he a d m i r e s the instrument—which surprisingly is in great condition—and the other items. but, he already has two guitars: his fender stratocaster electric guitar and his steel-string acoustic guitar. it would be a shame for this guitar to end up in the wrong hands and end up neglected. maybe he can convinc sammy to keep the guitar. the elder male does eventually notice his ogling, making elias gaze up at him when he realizes his presence. ❛ you know, it’s NEVER too late to learn the guitar, ❜ he quips with a tilt of his head.

Sam stopped to consider the statement, and he picks the guitar up by the neck over the table, grabbing the body when it's within reach. He smiled, but it looked a little vague. "Oh, no, I know how to play the guitar. I mean... I'm not an expert or anything. But I can get through... a couple songs." He was being modest, and had played for years. But there was no way that he wasn't ridiculously out of practice. "I just don't get much use out of it these days. I figured that it should go to a better home, you know?"

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whiskeykisscs‌:

— “what’s wrong with the guitar?” khadir voiced, eyes trained on the instrument intently before they looked up to sam. “i mean, hello. why are you selling the guitar? it doesn’t look like anything is wrong with it,” he amended quickly, realizing just how rude they’d sounded. it wasn’t often that they ever saw anyone selling things instead of bringing them to a pawn shop, and he was interested in more things than he’d originally thought, given that they’d really only stopped due to curiosity. 

Sam was just pleased to have a customer, boisterous and enthusiastic as he leaned over the table to pick up the guitar. "Nothing wrong with it. I'll even throw in the tuner," he said, picking up a small, blue gizmo off of the table. "I just haven't used it much in the past... ten years or so? Probably longer than that. It's just taking up space." He gestured a hand around the rest of the things strewn around the area. "It's kind of the theme of everything that you're seeing here, you know?"

He'd started playing guitar when he was twelve or so, to impress girls, but he'd never been particularly gifted at it, and it felt silly now to learn on his own or, heaven forbid, take lessons.

[haleyincarnate]

Based off of this post by @lillyjetaime

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violentxdclights‌:

She smiled, he was having fun and that is all that she could ask for. “So I’d take it that having a dog will be a bit much?” she tilted her head watching as he put the collar back on peaches. “Dad of the year.” she chuckled “How is Patrick?” she felt like she hadn’t seen him in a while, with work, she was busy most of the week.

"I don't know if I could do something like this all the time. Maybe something a little less high-maintenence, like an older, big dog. And that's still a big if." He laughed a little bit. "I'm watching her for my little brother and his wife. I think she's a practice baby." He stood up, brushing off the knees of his jeans. "He's great. He and his team have their quarter-finals this upcoming week, so I'm lucky if I get to see him at dinner with all the practices. How're you, Savannah? Keeping busy?"

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gardcnofeden‌:

Truth be told, Eliza had no intentions whatsoever to buy anything from the little set-up Sammy had made to get rid of things he no longer needed, but when she happened to walk past and notice who it was in charge of the yard sale, she took a moment to stay behind and peruse. Her efforts with the older man had gotten next to nowhere, but that didn’t mean it was any less fun to try and rile him up. “I’m eyeing the TV,” she said, feigning interest as she got a tad closer, “but it might be too big for me to bring up on my own. I might need someone with a bit more muscle.” She tapped his bicep with the tip of her index finger as she uttered the last word, biting down onto her bottom lip. “And for your efforts, I’ll repay you with a drink. I’m sure I have something good upstairs. What do you say?”

Sammy had really been hoping that he would be able to get through this interaction and actually make a sale, but he was pretty sure that he ws out of luck as soon as he realized that it was Eliza that had stopped at his table. He moved his arm back from her finger in a way that he hoped was slow and casual. "I'll carry it upstairs for you. Sure. I don't really drink a lot of alcohol, though." He had a beer every now and again, or a glass of wine with dinner if it was a special occassion, but he wanted to keep his wits about him if he was going to be in Eliza's apartment with her. He really didn't want to take it back into the apartment with him, but he doubted that she really had a use for it. "What do you think? $10?"

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violentxdclights‌:

 Recognizing the voice that called the puppy’s name, she smiled once she saw that it was Sam. “Oh, I bet not.” she stated before looking back at peaches, the puppy was adorable and she’d probably want to keep them too. “Who could resist this face.” she pointed before letting out a light laugh. “made you run huh?” she raised a brow.

Once Sam felt like he had his wits back about him, he got down on his knees so that he could slip the collar back over Peaches's head, in case she tried to get away again. He'd tightened it up a click this time, though that could have just been wishful thinking. "Not me, and definitely not the kid. I swear, we've been giving her everything she wants all week. She's been sharing my bed and everything. And that's all I've been doing all week. I've been bringing her to work and everything. Least productive in years."

[sammy-schmidt-blog]

There was a limited timeframe in Arizona where it didn’t suck to be outside. And he may have been born under the desert sun, but that didn’t mean that Sammy didn’t dread the summer months. So he’d picked the first weekend in February to have a little bit of a yard sale. The spare bedroom was always a little cluttered, and anything that the kid sold was going directly into his pocket. But Patrick had left for the day, off to play ball with his friends, and so Sam was just barely starting the cleanup process to get everything back in the apartment. There were still various things on and around the table, from sports equipment to an older television to a guitar that looked to be in perfect condition. “Prices are flexible. Anything I don’t have to lug back upstairs,” Sam said, smiling at someone who had stopped to consider his wares.

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violentxdclights‌:

Open starter.

  She was sitting on the bench in the park as she was taking a break, she enjoyed the warm sun against her skin. As she took out a pen and paper to make notes for herself, she then felt something jump on her, as she looked down, she saw it was a puppy. “Well look at you.” she said with a chuckle as she petted the puppy with a smile, looking up at someone approaching “yours?” she asked.

This was basically what Sam's whole week had felt like. ...This was basically what Sam's whole life had felt like. Biting off more than he could chew and then running after it when it got away from him. He'd agreed to dogsit for the neighbor, but he hadn't expected this little fluffball to slip out of her collar that easily. She would have been easier to catch, had he been a younger man. "Peaches," Sam sounded out of breath. He was surprised, albeit pleasantly, to see that it was Savannah that had caught the dog, and he took a second to put his hands on his knees and drop his head. "We're dogsitting for the week. But I don't think Patrick's gonna let me give her back."

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// all my homework is done and i'm literally probably up for the next six or seven hours so i'm gonna get myself something to eat and then hit the starters hard.

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tyler hoechlin , cismale , he/him , 0 roommates ╮if you’re around the west building , look out for sam schmidt from room w25. i heard the thirty year old is pretty overloaded , but they’re an aerospace engineer and can be pretty neighborly too. i keep hearing to be alone with you by sufjan stevens coming from their room , i really wish they’d stop playing it.╰ shauna , she/her , 23 , est ╮

sometimes you just gotta make your own character foils. so. sam schmidt is from carefree, az. he comes from a nice, upper-middle class family. he’s the middle of three brothers. he was born may 6th, 1988, making him a taurus and soon to be thirty-one.

sammy grew up playing baseball and running track and field. he’s naturally athletic, and it didn’t hurt that his older brother, four years his senior, was a varsity athlete that later went onto play for usc.

when sam was in his sophomore year of high school, he met the love of his life, lisa. he asked her out that day, and the two of them were dating after that. they were good christians and were dutifully waiting for marriage, but prom night got the better of them.

their son, patrick evan schmidt, was born on march 22nd, 2006, and is soon to be thirteen years old. they loved him more than anything else in the world, but it didn’t make college easy. they were lucky enough to have bottomless support from their parents, especially after they got married shortly before patrick was six months old. 

things weren’t easy, but there was so much love in that house. both sam and lisa were giant nerds with a passion for math, and they studied engineering. in august of 2010, however, the three of them were hit by a drunk driver. lisa, tragically, didn’t survive her injuries, and sam had lasting injuries from the collision.

it took sam a couple of years to get his life back together. he relied heavily on his parents and lisa’s, and he also dove headfirst into the church as a means of support, trying to rationalize what had happened. he achieved his master’s degree in aerospace engineering when he was twenty-five, and has been working in the private sector ever since. 

[iameverysparklywoman]

shoutout to the brand of girl on here that likes Joan of arc and like cowboys and little pictures of streams and meadows and that’s it

[sterek]

Tyler Hoechlin as Clark Kent in Elseworlds (Part 1)