#HAPPY OCTOBER!!!!

[salsasolutions]

Coming to a theater near you…..

[neon-halloween]

[dreamersbcll]

“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps”

- whumptober, prompt no. 1

(the halloween party in 6, but different)

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In all fairness, the party wasn’t going so great, even before Sam knocked that boy out.

Tara knew that she was risking a lot being here. She was risking her low profile, her reputation, and her safety. But she was also threatening Sam’s.

At first, she was okay with that. Her big sister would live. Tara was young and in college. The partying phase was bound to happen sooner or later, especially when Sam was so goddamn clingy.

It was like her big sister couldn’t let Tara out of her sight- which she understood why, but it was getting too much. The ‘Find my iPhone’ training and self-defense classes made sense, but it got old quickly after the six-inch hunting knife as a first day of college gift. Coupled with Sam’s ability to track Tara down at all times and constant texts, calls, and voicemails, Tara was bound to rebel.

If she thought this out better, Tara would’ve gone to a party before Halloween, given the sister’s history with people in costumes. Tara knew that. But she wanted to show Sam she would be fine by herself, especially on a holiday.

So perhaps that’s why she takes shot after shot and mixes all kinds of liquor. Maybe that’s why Mindy and Chad look at her like that, concerned and slightly worried. And perhaps that’s why Tara follows that guy up to his bedroom, fully knowing what he wants.

Maybe, just maybe, she would’ve given it to him to prove that she could defend herself, because she wasn’t just her history.

And then Sam snatched her up.

One minute, Tara followed this guy up the stairs; the next, she was being tugged back by another arm. She smiled, thinking it was Mindy being playful, but instead, she was met with the enraged eyes of her big sister.

“Tara? What the fuck are you doing?” her sister snarled, her fingernails digging into Tara’s arms.

Before she could retort, the man of the hour decided to open his mouth.

He reached over and slapped Sam’s hand away. “Hey, don’t be such a cockblock, bitch.”

Sam pulled her arm back, her eyes darkening into the signature Carpenter sister's rage.

Tara couldn’t deny her rage. How dare this asshole touch her big sister like that. It was her job as a little sister to fight and annoy, but Sam was her sister above all else.

Opening her mouth to retort, her voice blended with Sam’s immediate response.

“What did you say?”

“What the FUCK did you say?”

The man laughed at the repetitive sisters, rolling her eyes. He bent down, getting up in Sam’s face. His big sister straightened up, one hand resting on the knife in her pocket, the other on the taser.

He smirked at the action. “I said your big sister doesn’t have to be such a bitch. God, I’m just trying to be a nice guy,” he spat.

Sam cocked her head. “Oh yeah?” she said icily, her voice even.

Reaching over to grab Tara’s arm, he tugged, trying to pull her up. “It’s not like this little kid will ever get a guy unless he really hates himself.”

Tara pushed herself off of him, her mouth open in shock. “Well, at least I’ll get a guy who isn’t a limp-dick fuck who couldn’t get a rock to like him!” she hissed back, getting up in his face.

Before Sam can back her up, Tara gets struck. One minute, she was upright; the next, she flew into the wall, slumping up against it. She could feel blood pouring from her nose, and her head was ringing. Her whole body was pulsing, her vision blurry.

Her ears were ringing. Every time she blinked, it was like she was watching everything in stop-motion.

Blink.

Within mere seconds, Sam went from staring at Tara in shock to turning into the blood-thirsty Carpenter daughter she was.

Blink.

Her big sister was on top of him, throwing punches, blood, and teeth flying around the room. Tara could hear a tooth fall down the stairs; each time it knocked against the wood, it sounded like a gunshot.

Blink.

Yelling. Sam was yelling in her face, maybe talking. He was slumped across the stairwell, unconscious. Tara’s head was pounding. Her big sister brushed a streak of blood that trickled down her mouth away with her thumb while her other hand held Tara’s chin firmly. Tara closed her eyes, leaning into the touch.

Blink.

Sam scooped her up and quickly moved the pair through the crowd and out the door.

Blink.

Tara was laying on the ground, cool concrete sinking through her jeans. She was sitting on her bottom, her head lolling down. Sam was sitting across her, sitting criss-cross, holding Tara up by her shoulders.

Cold air blew across Tara’s face, and she breathed in the best she could. Her nose was broken, her breathing borderline panting, her throat thick with blood.

“Sam? M’ head hurts,” she mumbled, feeling very heavy.

She should close her eyes and sleep. She was so tired. Her head was so heavy. Instead of fighting it, Tara let her body lurch forward, her dead weight flopping into Sam’s chest.

Sam caught Tara and forced her back to a sitting-up position. “Hey, no. Look at me. You have to look at me, my love. See me,” her big sister cooed, her voice low.

(Though probably concussed, Tara could hear the lace of panic that was interwoven into Sam’s voice, a warning sign in the soft cadence)

Groaning, Tara forced her head up, her eyes crossing from dizziness. Her head felt light but heavy, and she couldn’t see. It was like someone took her head, shook it up, and sat it on a still body. Fuck. There goes the rest of Halloween.

“Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up? Look at my fingers, honey. Look at me,” Sam whispered, taking Tara’s chin with one hand and tilting it to her face.

Tara honestly can’t remember the last time she had seen Sam so panicked. It must have been months since Woodsboro, a long time since the night of the hospital attack. Though Sam was in the wind for years, Tara is still haunted by that look of sheer terror on her big sister’s face from the hospital. It was like Sam knew at that moment that it was the end, and she couldn’t escape it.

But they did, and now Tara was on the ground outside of the fraternity, her eyes half-shut, her head lolling down in exhaustion. If it was that same panic that Tara remembers, she knew what Sam was most afraid of—the helplessness of it all. Whether it was the fault of the actions of her big sister or not, Sam would still blame herself to hell and back, even if it was Tara’s irrational decisions that put them here.

However, Tara couldn’t soothe her sister’s fears. She barely knew her anymore. And this was all Tara’s fault for sneaking out to a frat party anyway. It wasn’t like she could wave a magic wand and get this all over. And to be fair, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make it better. Underneath all the pain and confusion, she was pissed that Sam followed her there. She couldn’t get one night alone and be a normal kid.

What they went through wasn’t all they were. It wasn’t like Ghostface was coming back anyway.

And still, despite all her anger and doubts, Tara decided to play along with Sam’s doctor check-up, knowing that this was the only way Sam could calm down.

Plus, her head fucking hurt, and she couldn’t see straight.

Looking up, Tara groaned, trying to focus. This would be easier if she weren’t wasted, much less concussed. But getting glimpses of the silent panic and distress her big sister was in, Tara knew she had to try.

“Three,” she mumbled, closing her eyes to relieve the thumping in her head.

If she were looking, she would’ve seen Sam wince in relief. She would’ve seen Sam reach out, unsure, as if to comfort Tara.

But Tara wouldn’t take the comfort, and Sam knew that. They weren’t there yet. But Sam had to comfort herself somehow.

So, instead of reaching out and holding Tara to her chest, Sam rested her hands on Tara’s knee, squeezing tightly. Tara is half-smiled, still woozy, sitting up.

“Sam?” she whispered, swallowing a wave of nausea.

Her sister leaned in, eagerly listening. “What, Tara?”

Tara smiled at the relief in her sister’s voice. Not for long. “I’m going down.”

And then she collapsed into Sam’s arms, blissfully unconscious.

[bluecodexs]

bluecodifed caleb and lilith (this is like my 3rd time lol)

[44boora]

The Resurrection of Stanley Pines 🪦🩸

[syrcinus]

October 31st, 1981.

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

[cait-sith]

Day 15: Spark

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[violetsinblacknwhite]

i feel like taking the train into the city and going shopping, on a weekday in the morning

[angeliferous]

found the guy. it's edward elric

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Dimension 20: Fantasy High Season 3, Episode 10: Cursed Out

[peacefulandcozy]

ig credit: coldoctober

[tenti-q]

🎃🧡pumpkin boba tea🧡🎃

Happy Halloween~🎃👻

[stealingpotatoes]

happy mean girls day to everyone who celebrates <3

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[memesmadefullmetal]

Happy October 3rd! 🥳 Hope everyone enjoys The Legend of the Fullmetal Mean Girls 😌