inymnael:

He shakes his head, pitying himself, and leaves his room before he gets any stupid ideas. He walks into the laundry room with purpose, and since it’s 4 am he doesn’t expect to find anyone there.

He’s quite wrong.

Sam is standing right in front of him, wearing a bigger version of the shirt he’s carrying in his hands right now, her nose buried in its collar.

from this insufferably fantastic samxjosh fic (link) by @joshing-machine. i hit chapter nine and absolutely lost my shit at this precious embarassing fdjsking scene and now i am absolutely well and truly stuck on this sinking trash barge of a ship. dammit.

  1. purgatorivega reblogged this from inymnael
  2. martinwallstrm reblogged this from inymnael
  3. chans-chair reblogged this from inymnael
  4. deviant-valeska reblogged this from inymnael
  5. toomanyhours-untildawn reblogged this from deshmond
  6. elizabethdewittz reblogged this from inymnael
  7. dtbookworm reblogged this from inymnael

your game has gone terribly wrong.

don't be too hard on joshua. he's been through – he's been through so much. but you know that already. don't you?

you're crying out for help.

independent joshua "josh" washington from until dawn. established january 19th, 2017. written by rowie.

i don't take orders from you.

consistent blood, gore, cannibalism, mental illness, murder, and other not safe for work triggers WILL BE PRESENT.