#comic sam

[awarrows-clintbarton]

Requested by @xsleepylilgeekyx

Trigger warnings for mentions of parental death, and major character death.

This got out of hand I’m sorry.

Prompt #5 SamBucky and Sound of silence.

It was rare for Sam to be the one awake while Bucky slept. It really was especially when Bucky was only sleeping when he passed out from complete and total exhuastion. Sam sighed softly and gently traced his fingers over Buckys cheek not minding the dirt from the mission Bucky just returned from or the starting of a beard that would rival Steve’s and burn Sam’s lips. Tonight the only light that broke through the ringing silence was a halo of neon light from the street lamp outside their window. There were evenings when Bucky spoke to that lamp like it was some neon god like it had the answeres to everything. Sam would say nothing in moments like those. He wanted to hold Bucky tell him all would be okay, but he couldn’t not when the darkness grew like a cancer and the silence was louder than than ever. Sam tore his gaze from Bucky looking now at his sock drawer that was hanging half open. Most likely a mess. Sam didn’t need to get up to know that I’m the center of his strewn socks there would be a small green box and in it a ring. The ring he was going to propose to Bucky with. It wasn’t anything complex or flashy. It was centimental it had once belonged to a church minister in Harlem...one of the best in Sam’s mind. He had been killed trying to stop a fight between two rival gangs while his kids sat in the car safe from physical harm not the emotional trauma. Sam has always admired him even if he had been murdered when Sam was only nine. Maybe he was bias, maybe it was the truth. Sam didn’t really care his father really was a hero, just like Bucky and he wanted him to have his ring, and his name. Sam looked back down at Bucky when he started to dream. Sam already knew what he was going to say. “I can’t...I can’t...because he said once..once I made something of myself he’d..he’d be there to take it all away. I can’t lose you...I...I know it’s selfish..but I..I can’t..wake...wake up Sammy...please.” The soft begging broke Sam’s heart more than any bullet could ever. The Bucky looked so small even for a massive man hurt him. Gently Sam brushed his fingers through Buckys hair hoping to sooth him. “Shh..shh It’s okay Bucky.” He’d sooth softly even if he was talking with out speaking. Sam closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Buckys temple at the older man sobbed loudly and shouted for a medic. Sam knee what would happen next. The darkness would be cast away, and there for him with the flick of the lights and Steve would be kneeling on the edge of the bed trying to console his best friend. Trying desperately to help him come to terms with Sam’s death.

[madnessthrustuponme]

The Story Behind Comic Sans

There once was a boy named Sam. ‘Sam I am’ Sam would say, but that’s a whole other story. Sam loved reading comics. Sam read comics on a daily basis. He read comics about superheroes and knights and monsters and aliens. Sam read comics so frequently that he developed a terrible disease. He could not stare at the comic’s font for more than five seconds without getting a headache! For Sam, this was the worst thing that could ever happen. How could he ever be happy without his precious comics to read? So Sam thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. He thought so long that eventually the M in his name faded into an N. Then, after weeks and months and years and decades thinking of a solution to his troubles, he finally came up with the perfect idea. He’d change the font! Now, San was no thinker, which you can clearly see, so San didn’t know where to start. He stared at the letters in the comic books until his head began to hurt and looked away. Then he did it again and again. But then, like a bolt of lightning, his font struck him. He looked at the comic’s font once more. He stared until his head couldn’t take it anymore. Then, as soon as he looked away, he jotted down the disfigured letters that appeared in his mind. One by one, the alphabet formed. He’d done it! He’d found the solution! These letters pained his eyes no longer, his comics were restored! San passed on his new font from generation to generation, from San, to Sandy, to Saniffer, to Sans.

Sans was a dreamer like no other. Sans decided that this font was too amazing for only his family to witness, so, with all of his willpower and determination, he set out on a quest. He’d take this font to the publishers, they’d surely switch Arial to this, wouldn’t they? How could they not! But a name… It didn’t have a name! Comic… Comic… Sans! Comic Sans! That would do just fine, he thought giddily. He ran to the publishers, which all happened to be a bit on the blindside, and they saw the distorted letters in a different light very unlike Sans’s. A light they liked. So the change was made, and the story of Sam and his comics still lives on today.

That’s the story of the well-known abomination, Comic Sans. So, remember kids, never trust publishers and if you ever meet anyone called Sans, kill him on sight.

Dedicated to my wife and our shared hatred of Comic Sans. (;