#from: sam

[liykaii]

Character bingo for Deviya 💪

DEVIYA SHARMAAAAAAAA

[natsuzoku]

i have been well omg i missed you so much

I'm so happy to hear you've been well! I missed you even more 🥺

[natsuzoku]

HELLO MY LOVE

Hello, my darling.

How have you been, my sweet?

[lmanburg-letter-service]

(well, here goes nothing:)

my dear sons,

i'm so sorry that i couldn't do more for you two. it's one of my greatest regrets in life. i know that you both have forgiven me, that you've both told me that it wasn't my fault, but i can't help but feel like it is

to Tommy specifically: i should've never agreed to work on that prison, not when that was when you needed me the most. i'll never forget when Techno brought you to my cabin, bruised and scared. i should've never let you go to that prison either.

to Tubbo specifically: i'm sorry that you had to grow up so quickly. you deserve to still be a kid. you're a good kid, too. one of the best

just. i'm so, so sorry for what you boys went through, and i wish i could've stopped it

Love, Sam❄🔧

[Letter Sent!]

[lmanburg-letter-service]

[TW: CHARACTER HATE]

Dear Nightmare,

FUCK YOU. You took away the prison, hurt and killed my sons, forced me to kill Ran. Fuck you. Fundy and I almost figured out how to banish you. You ruined the SMP. Everything. My life even. Fuck you. You are terrible. I hope you Rot In limbo when XD and Trixin catch you

-Sammy 👑💚 (tag as kin)

[Letter Sent!]

[tfwsnapchats]

From: Sam

To: Castiel, Charlie, Kevin

Sam swiped aimlessly on his phone, his thumb repeating the same motions out of habit. The bunker was quiet and the hunter had nothing to do. He hadn't seen Dean for the better part of an hour and he wondered if his brother had snuck out to a bar without him. Sam rolled his eyes at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time Dean did that. Sam got up from the table with a sigh. If he was going to be bored in the bunker, he might as well do it in this room with Netflix playing in the background. He walked the long corridors to his room, his feet leading the way as he opened his snapchat app. Both Charlie and Donna had updated and as he was about to check out their posts, Sam noticed the door to Dean's room was slightly open. Sam smirked. Maybe this is his chance to get payback for all the stupid pranks Dean did in his room. The smell of Dean's ass against his pillow was burned into his nose. Sam pushed open the wood door to Dean's room. Expecting to see an empty room, Sam frowned at his brother's sleeping form sprawled across his bed. Dean wasn't a light sleeper but he will certainly wake up if Sam wanted to drop Dean's toothbrush into his toilet. Sam started to walk out of the room, already thinking about pranks for the next time Dean goes out, when he spotted the black marker on Dean's desk. A quick idea races through Sam's head and he chuckles to himself when he enters the room again. ****** Sam's sitting on his bed a half hour later when Dean enters his room. "Hey," Sam says, when he looks up from his phone. "I thought you went out." Dean shakes his head as he yawns loudly. He wipes his eyes then his mouth before replying. "No. I took a quick beauty nap." "Good," Sam smiles. Sam's eyes roam all over Dean's face, tracing over every point he let the black marker land on. Sam didn't have a design in mind, worried that if he spent too much time on Dean's face that he'd wake up. Even if he couldn't write "Jerk" across Dean's forehead, he's happy with the outcome. "Charlie says hi through snapchat. Smile so I can show her you're alive." Dean rolls his eyes but smiles wide for the camera. It took everything in Sam not to laugh as he pressed the big clear button. 

“I”m gonna go get some food.” Dean announces, heading out into the hallway. “You want anything?” 

Sam was to busy giggling to reply, typing away into the gray text box. He didn’t see his older brother walk away but started to laughing out loud when he heard Dean yell “SAMMM!!” six minutes later.

(credit)

[tfwsnapchats]

From: Sam

To: My Story

"What the hell is.... Snapchat?"

Sam looked up from the file he was reading, curious to see what Dean was talking about. Dean sat across from him, his own pile of files lying abandoned in front of him as he squints at Sam's phone screen.

"Why do you have my phone?" Sam replies. Sam reaches over the table to swipe his phone from Dean's hand but Dean's quick enough to move out of his reach.

"I'm just taking a break. What is snapchat?" Dean repeats. He shows Sam his phone screen, close enough for him to see but far enough that Sam can't take it, and points to the white ghost in the yellow box.

Sam had seen it on his screen but hadn't paid much thought to it. Charlie had been visiting the bunker two weeks ago and had hijacked his phone. He distinctly remembered her complaining about his lack of apps. When he received his phone again, his screen was filled with games and other apps that he didn't care enough to touch. The new apps sat there unused.

"I don't know." Sam answered. "Charlie must have downloaded it."

"Huh." Dean replied. Dean swung his seat around the table, moving closer to Sam so they can both see the screen. He pressed the white ghost and the brothers watched as it gave way to the phone's camera.

"Great," Dean scoffed. He handed The phone back to Sam and slumped a little on his seat. "Another photo app. Just what you need."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's comment, swiping unconsciously to the left. The shifted to a white screen where a list of people's name took up space. He knows all of these names, hunters and friends he met throughout his years, and he wonders how they got there. Charlie must have somehow transferred his contacts into this app.

He scrolled down the list, curious about the circle images next to people's name. He spotted Charlie’s name and tapped on it, hoping to figure out what this whole app was about. Charlie suddenly popped up on the screen, a photo of the redhead smiling with a small gray circle in the top right corner. The circle seems to recede as the seconds tick by. Once the light gray circle reached the end, the photo disappeared and a video took it’s place. Charlie was pointing the camera at her Hermione bobble-head doll and Sam understood the reason for the app.

“Hey,” Sam says, eyes still glued to his screen. “Let’s take a picture.”

“Excuse me?”

Dean’s reaction was expected but Sam repeated his suggestion. “Let’s take a picture. I have the app. Might as well use it.”

Dean let out a suffering sigh but he pushed away his file before moving closer to Sam. “So how are we doing this?”

Sam got back to the camera and pressed the arrows icon on the top right corner, the screen now showing his face. He stretched out his arm, getting Dean into the frame.

“Say cheese.” Sam murmured before he tapped on the big button in the center,snapping a quick photo. He could get used to snapchat.

(Credit)