#Tara Key

[edwins-fangirl]

What!? I’m not staying up until 12am to watch Heartstopper season 3 pft that doesn’t sound like me

[elsie-talisman]

will forever be upset the middle aged celebrities i know and love aren’t young twenty-somethings on instagram and social media, because i would love to guess at what their feed would look like!

imagine paget brewster’s instagram when she was like twenty

spotify and pinterest too

i say this because i have recently followed liana liberato (aka jade in evolution) and she is so cool and she has a photography account and follows glen powell and taylor swift, and she also obviously has all the crim people and i just wonder what pag thinks about her instagram and how they would be similar etc

[coolerhope]

It'd be really funny if Gale promised Tav/Durge relaxation and respite at his home in Waterdeep post game only to immediately get pulled into the chaos that is the Waterdeep: Dragon Heist.

Some guy gets fireballed in the streets, they have to race after a key, Volo is there.

At least they own a run down tavern now

[scarlettdragnastan]

Whoever decided to pair up JJ and Luke in season 16 as much they did literally took a look at them and said (yeah let’s pair up the two most impatient people on this team who never wait for backup)

[smolmakerel]

Sam turned over on the couch, burying her face into the throw pillow beneath her head. She could faintly hear Danny speaking to her from the kitchen as he stumbled and hissed.

"Don't hurt yourself," Tara called out.

Danny didn't answer.

Sam was pissed, but any energy she had to put into being pissed off evaporated. Her exhaustion weighed on her shoulders like thousands of bricks.

Sam shook her head and sat up. Her arm cast shot out to catch herself when she wobbled and threatened to fall off the couch.

Tara watched her struggle with sad eyes. "Sam, you're not getting better."

"I don't need to get better," Sam whispered to her sister. "I have to take care of you. Don't you understand that?"

"By killing yourself in the process?" Tara stood up in anger. Her hands grasped at the air in frustration, face twisting. "You can't help me, Sam. Help yourself for once. Please."

Sam looked away with the clenching of her jaw showing her frustration.

"Help me help you. I love you! Te amo mucho, Sam, but you stopped going to therapy -"

"They never help," Sam weakly said.

"- and you're wallowing in guilt. It was an accident and there's nothing you can do about it now," Tara said. Her eyes closed, shoulders relaxed, and she sighed. "You promised me you'd keep going."

"B-But I can't - I'll stop -!"

"Sam?"

Sam frantically stood up and ushered for Tara to return to her room. Danny watched the movement with sadness and didn't react to the slamming of Tara's door. He never reacted, not anymore. It was like Tara wasn't one of his priorities like she used to be.

He walked over and sat down on the couch, placing a fresh plate of eggs and toast on the coffee table.

"Sam... you should sit down," Danny told her and she hesitantly sat, hugging the throw pillow to her chest. "I know things haven't been the same since what happened, but you know I'm always here for you."

Sam huffed. "You don't have to be. You could leave, get out while you still can."

"And leave you all alone? Sometimes I think you want me to leave." Danny smiled without humor. When he noticed the blankness of Sam's face, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Have you been going to therapy?"

Shame lit a torch to Sam's face. Leave it to Tara to accidentally tell Danny about Sam's terrible adventures in therapy. And here she thought the two would never speak again.

She studied his face and saw nothing but concern for her. Her eyes drifted up to his hairline where the cut on his forehead was just beginning to heal. The stitches would dissolve soon. Her eyes drifted to the left where she was blinded.

Sam quickly snapped her vision back front and shuddered a sigh. Her thigh was gently grabbed for her own reassurance.

"No use for therapy," Sam spat. "I don't need licensed professionals telling me how I fucked up."

"Sam -"

"Can you just - Please leave."

"Sam, please, this isn't what -"

"Thanks for breakfast," Sam droned on, losing the spark of energy she once had, "but I want to be alone."

Danny nodded. He stood and left a thoughtful kiss to the top of Sam's head before leaving. The front door closed, and Sam slumped.

She stared down at the cast on her arm, tracing the words and the drawings of multiple cartoonish penises.

"You had to push him away, didn't you?"

Sam put her face in her hand. "You know I had to. He -"

"- was being too nice, but he's pushy sometimes about your health. I know, Sam, I know better than you think I do."

Sam twitched.

"Sam, come on! I know better than you think I do! Just once without a Ghostface threat, please!"

"Fine fine! Let me -"

"Sam!"

"Don't tell me that. Don't you dare tell me that!" Sam yelled at Tara. The guilt immediately hit her in the chest, but Tara didn't appear fazed at all. She didn't react anymore. Both her and Danny have been acting weird.

"Go to therapy. You promised me that you'd keep going."

"That was before -"

"I know," Tara interrupted her again, voice soft. "I know."

Sam nodded and looked down. "I'll go. For you." Her stiff words did little to change Tara's facial expression. "I still have Wren's number, so I don't have to search for another therapist."

Tara nodded. "Good."

"And please change your clothes, you've been in that same outfit for days now," Sam teased her.

Tara only quirked her lip and began to go back to her room. Panic sparked in Sam's chest.

"Wait!" Tara stopped. She didn't turn around. "Can - Give me a hug first?"

Tara glanced back at Sam and smiled. Her eyes showed nothing. "Good night, Sam."

Sam breathed shakily as she plopped down so she was laying on the couch. She wiped at her wet eyes. It seemed like she wasn't ready to quit crying yet.

■■■■■

"Sam! Long time no see! Come in, come in!"

Sam shuffled into her therapist's office. She wished she could've taken Tara with her for support, but Tara never wanted to leave the apartment anymore.

"Sorry I haven't been by in a couple weeks," Sam apologized with a smile. It was crooked and awkward, but Wren wasn't disturbed by it. "Life, you know?"

Wren nodded. "I understand. Would you like to sit by the window today?"

Sam looked nervously at the window. The bright sun was shining through, but all Sam could see was -

"Sam, come on, open your eyes!"

She flinched.

Wren didn't comment when Sam took them to the seating away from the window. Usually Sam enjoyed the fresh rays of light warming her up, but now all it brought was dread.

"So," Wren started with a smile, "how's life been treating you?"

Sam shrugged. "I mean, it's been hard. I hit my head, broke my arm. You would've thought I was invincible with how many Ghostfaces I've dealt with."

"Five now, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Sam shifted in her seat. "Tara shouldn't have had to deal with either of them. I'll make sure she won't have to even hear about the next one."

"What makes you so sure there'll be a next Ghostface?" Wren asked to which Sam snorted.

"They always come back. I'm kind of used to it already."

Wren scribbled something down on his notepad while Sam drummed on her fingers on her leg. Words burned in her throat. This was for Tara. She had to do this for -

"I was in an accident a few weeks ago."

Wren looked up, surprise coloring his face. It was one of the first times Sam brought something up that didn't have anything to do with Woodsboro, Ghostface, or Tara.

"I um, I was driving us back to the apartment and we just. You know how accidents work."

"And did everyone get out okay?"

"Yeah. We're all fine." Sam picked at her cast.

We're all fine.

■■■■■

"Sam - Sam, stop, you're drunk."

Sam shook her head at Danny's words. She pushed him back to lay on his mattress and climbed on top of him.

"'M not drunk, jus' a lil tipsy," Sam slurred.

Danny sighed. "Sam -"

"Danny..." She grabbed his hand and dragged it to the hem of her shirt. His breath hitched at the way she easily guided his hand up to her bra. "You make me feel so good, I jus' wanna be happy."

"Sam, I want you too." He pulled his hand away and sat up, dragging Sam further onto his lap. "I want you so much, but you're drunk and I won't do that to you."

Sam's face twisted in anger. Her flushed cheeks became hotter from the embarrassing dismissal of her failed seduction attempt.

"But Wren told me - he told me to find a way to be happy! Sex makes me happy!" Sam's bottom lip wobbled. Her emotions switched from anger to immense sadness. "Do you not love me anymore, is that why you won't fuck me?"

Danny pressed a chaste kiss to her neck and hugged her. "I do love you, princess."

"Then why won't you make me happy..?"

"This isn't something sex can fix. You're hurting and looking for a way to fix it, but, Sam," Danny said, pulling back to stare into Sam's glossy eyes, "I promise this isn't the way to do it."

Sam began to cry. Loud and trembling sobs fell from her as Danny swept her up and wiped her tears away as best he could. She was apologizing, begging to be forgiven. She wasn't a monster, she wouldn't force Danny to have sex with her. Danny shushed her, he forgave her. He was the good one between the two of them. Sam didn't know why Danny was still there when all she did was destroy everything she loved.

"Te amo mucho... I'm sorry... I love you..."

"I love you, too. I forgive you, it's okay."

Sam wasn't talking to Danny.

■■■■■

Sam anxiously stared at Tara's closed door. It wasn't opening, Tara wasn't going to come out for game night. She even invited Kirby so the two of them could team up and pick on Gale who she also invited.

"Okay... Okay! 4 words!"

Sam drew her attention to Chad and Mindy who were continuing the game with the others. Mindy was holding up 4 fingers and shaking her head at Chad's words. She waved her hand and enunciated the 4.

Chad snapped his fingers. "Oh! Oh, I know!"

Mindy groaned.

"4 words!"

Gale gave Chad a look of disappointment. "Kids these days are unbelievably stupid."

Mindy nodded to Chad's dismay.

Danny noticed Sam's attention being drawn back to Tara's door. He leaned over and squeezed her knee. "You gonna join us?" Danny whispered in her ear.

"In a minute," she muttered. "Tara hasn't even come out to say hi."

"... Maybe she's tired. We should let her rest."

He was right - Sam knew he was right - but it was her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Maybe she should just go check on her.

As she stood up, Mindy groaned. "Seriously, we only got one in a minute?!"

"It's not my fault you suck at the game, Minds."

"Chad, I swear I'll kick you from being my partner!"

"And replace me with who? Kirby?"

"Sorry, you two," Kirby said, relaxing into her arm chair with a smirk, "I'm already taken."

"You can have her." Gale eyed Kirby up and down with distaste. Kirby looked offended.

"Sam, maybe we should go next," Danny suggested as he stood up next to Sam. Sam worriedly eyed the door again, but Danny grabbed her uninjured hand and gave her a mischievous grin. "We can take the win easily. What do you say?"

Sam licked her lips. "I don't know how Tara would feel if we played without her."

Danny's grin shrunk to a soft lift of the corner of his mouth. "I won't tell her if you don't."

Sam's eyes slid to the door. She could sense Danny's concern for her, but all she could think about was how alone Tara must be. She could knock on the door and invite her, then she could linger in the room if Tara said no. Tara always laughed whenever Sam dramatically flopped next to her to cheer her up for game night.

But maybe she wanted to be alone. For now.

■■■■■

"Where have you been?!" Sam screamed at Tara when she finally appeared from her room for the first time in a week. She couldn't be guilty for screaming because she cared. "You haven't called, you haven't texted! What if you needed me and I wasn't there?!"

Tara watched Sam pace in front of her. She was still in that same outfit despite Sam asking her to change. Her eyes were still blank, and they made Sam slightly uncomfortable with how closely they followed her.

"You know I don't need you anymore," Tara claimed. "And you know it, too. Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Sam?"

Sam squeezed her eyes shut.

"I don't need you. You need me."

"Stop it. Tara, please -"

"It wasn't your fault. I know what you've been telling your therapist and even Danny - about what happened being because of what you did - but you need to stop. It's time."

Sam squeezed her hands into fists. Her fingers bunched awkwardly on her cast.

"I-I can't - stop -"

"You need to move on. You can't help me anymore."

"Tara..!"

"You want proof? I know where it is. You told nobody else where it was - nobody - but I want you to look under your bed."

Fear rose in Sam's chest. She knew what was under there. She tried to deny it.

"I-I can't! Tara, please, don't do this! Let me have this a little longer, please!"

Nothing.

"Tara?"

Nothing.

"T-Tara..?"

Nothing.

■■■■■

Sam and Danny stared down at the box in silence. Sam's throat was thick, and her eyes were dead.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Danny asked hesitantly.

Sam nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak.

Nodding to himself, Danny slowly reached into the box and pulled out the carefully tended to urn. He unwrapped it and gave it to Sam.

Sam stared at the urn in her hands. It was light. Sam knew it would be.

"I'm still not ready to say goodbye yet," Sam choked out.

Danny squatted down by the couch. He searched for the right words to say. "It doesn't have to be goodbye. It can be... see you later."

Sam passed her thumb over her favorite picture of Tara. It was one she took with her when she ran off after her 18th birthday. Tara was 10 in this picture and wearing Sam's old clothes. She was smiling, big and wide, and posing for the flash of the camera. She remembered this birthday as clear as day.

Tara had begged Sam to take her somewhere fun for her birthday - a happy birthday for once. Despite her angst, Sam couldn't say no. They had ice cream and went to the zoo. Tara bragged about how she wanted to go to a bigger zoo when she was older and work with the animals. She had a soft spot for snakes for whatever reason. Sam laughed it off and took her home so Sam could get high and spend the rest of Tara's birthday in bed.

She was ashamed that she did that for the last few birthdays Tara had.

"She was so young." Sam's throat was burning with held back emotion. The urn shook in her hands. "She didn't deserve that. I should've been more careful."

Danny shushed her. "Wasn't your fault, remember? That guy was drunk."

Sam growled as she remembered stumbling from the car. Danny had received the least injuries, only a small concussion and some bruising. He went to Tara first before immediately going to Sam to pull her away from the upside-down car.

Sam had a broken arm and a concussion. She was still healing in a cast, and her headache sometimes comes back in her grief. She had to lay down on the dirty New York street in shock as many different responders got the her.

Tara...

Sam never actually saw what happened to Tara, but Danny said it was bad. She didn't suffer, that's what the doctors told her.

Sam stood. She walked around the coffee table and to the TV stand. She placed down the urn and turned it, deeming it the perfect spot.

Danny came up behind her and hugged her. All Sam could think of was Tara doing that with her.

But Tara was gone now.

Sam broke down and allowed herself to be put back together by Danny. Some of the pieces were missing, some she'd never get back, but she could find a way to fill the space.

That's what Tara would want.

[froggyfeetsies]

some gale as a treat ✨

[beatriceeverytuesday-old]

The fact that Dawn Summers' favorite sandwich is salami + peanut butter (5x19) will never not be funny to me because the monks did that to her ON PURPOSE!!!!!!! Like why??

They were trying to create a human teenager and in so doing they gave her so many normal teenage qualities like an interest in keeping a diary, being moody, and a need to slam doors and act out and screech at an impossibly high pitch when she's upset which is all fine, totally normal teen behavior

But then they also decided she should be a kid who is gonna get bullied every day at lunch by eating weird sandwiches and liking anchovies on pizza (7x07). And on top of that they made her clumsy and socially awkward and fairly dorky with her mother/daughter book club membership and I swear Dawn thinks her best friend is Janice but she's actually closer to her own family and Buffy's friends and just??? She's already a key, is that not hard enough??

The monks went into create-a-sim and made Dawn Summers. THEY COULD HAVE MADE HER REMOTELY NORMAL AND CHOSE NOT TO I'M????? I mean to be fair she is made out of Buffy who also isn't at all remotely normal AND I adore Dawn exactly as she is and being "normal" is a stupid and overrated concept of course OF COURSE. Seriously, all the love for Dawn being her funky self but like the monks could've cut poor Dawnie a little slack I'm just saying. A hell god is looking for her they could at least make middle school surviveable

[yokalemi]

Trudell as Jimmy Looks Twice. An amazing scene from the movie "Thunderheart" (1992) "Upside down flag is a distress signal!" The real tragedy behind this scene is John was a Vietnam veteran and his family was burned alive shortly after he hung the US flag upside down and burned it, as a form of protest to the US government. It was likely done by the FBI and never investigated. This happened years before this movie... Below is a link to his daughter Tara Trudell talking about this horror: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIGfoOgXoCw

[partiallithopseffect]

this is such a creepy shot from the keys of marinus... the way he leans in...

[krikeymate]

Hope you’re going well!

(Im sending these as cute little happy things but let me know if im just creating more work for you to do!)

More hcs! (This is kind of a mix of all au’s)

Tara loves any type of sweets!

Sam is so athletic so she loves jogging and maybe hikes! She likes to take tara with her even though she knows it will probably end up with her carrying tara before they even reach the halfway point!

All of the core 4 play very rough with werewolf sam! I can see all of them trying the tackle the huge wolf!

Tara likes to take small walks outside and she always brings back flowers for sam! (they are actually weeds but sam doesn’t have the heart to tell her sister the truth 😭)

Mindy and chad were definitely intimated by sam in her wolf form at first.. they would bring her sticks and toys as peace offerings

I feel like sometimes Mindy would tell tara how hot her sister is just to piss her off (this one might not be right)

I saw your one post about how tara didn’t know how to swim… imagine tara still being timid being in deep waters after they teach her so the core 4 lets her sit on their shoulders so she can still have fun with them without being scared!

Little tara would glare and get mad when anyone got close to sam.. sam was with her all the time and tara would get jealous when someone else talked to her!

I LOVE YOUUU

These are wonderful and I'm happy to receive them!!!

Sam and Tara having a sweet tooth was genuinely one of the hardest things I had to talk about in Foster AU because I cannot relate at all lol. I feel like, given I've given Tara a chewing problem, she definitely likes hard-boiled sweets, lollipops, and fudge. Sam strikes me as a dark chocolate kinda person.

I'm loving the thought of Sam taking up things like hiking and rock climbing. Tara tries to go with her when she can, because she knows how happy the activities make Sam and she wants to be enthusiastic about the things Sam enjoys (and also because the idea of Sam going out alone to do potentially dangerous activities scares her)... but oh god it's the worst. She does her best, she throws herself at it with enthusiasm and grit, but she just cannot keep up. Some people would just tell her to stay home, to stop being a burden. Sam enjoys every moment of watching her sister force herself through it and carrying her the rest of the way. (She loves that she tries, how she keeps trying, just for her).

Little Tara absolutely brings back all the 'flowers' she can find for her sister whenever she goes out, because they're super pretty and she loves them! Sam never tells her they're weeds, but her mother does once when she sees her handing them to Sam. "They're ugly weeds girl, not flowers. Stop bringing trash into my home," she says. "Weeds are flowers too!" Sam spits back. "And they're my favourite," she promises Tara. They keep a vase of dandelions in their kitchen as adults.

In the same way that Tara is Sam's, Sam is Tara's. She does not share her sister. It's like being scowled at like a puppy, adorable and in no way threatening. She'll attach herself to Sam's leg and peer around her to glare at the other person taking Sam's attention away from her.

Werewolf Sam is prime wrestling real estate. She's so gentle with them, but she demands they wear thick clothes just in case when wrestling so she doesn't nip them too hard. The very idea of Chad holding out a stick to Sam as a peace offering is so fucking funny. He would be so serious about it, and Tara would be like "what the fuck are you doing... that's so racist, Chad, god!"

Tara reluctantly learns to swim, but she still hates the water. (Chad suggests armbands, and she pushes him under the water for that.) They'll all stay in the shallow water with Tara so she feels comfortable and can still enjoy it with them.

Mindy is a little shit so she absolutely flirts with Sam - who is oblivious - and raves about her to Tara. Who has to hear about her arms and her legs and her as- "oh my god Mindy please stop." Mindy does not stop. Chad begins to join in and she seriously reconsiders their relationship. She's mad she can't whine about their behaviour to Sam, because she does not want to start that conversation. She rats on them to their mom once, and is horrified to learn where they get it from when Martha goes on a 45-minute talk about beautiful women.

She hangs up the phone, and turns to Sam who has been giving her weird looks for the past 10 minutes. "Who was that?" she asks, confused, because Tara hates phone calls, and she was on it for ages. "Martha," Tara responds, a little dazed.

"What- uh, what were you talking about?" Sam's dreading the answer, because surely it's about her relationship with Chad. If it was marriage talk, Sam's going to start throwing fists. Tara is far too young for that sort of thing. Oh god, what if it's baby talk?!

"Women."

"Women?"

"Women."

[criminalmindsverse]

CRIMINAL MINDS | 16x05 | Oedipus Wrecks

[genmusou]

PANIC☆ch / パニックちゃんねる

SHOXX Vol.131 (2004年1月号)

[strigital]

some 4am Aurora doodles because she's currently my fav tav

EDIT: have one with magicy boi

[lightning-chicken]

find a word

i got tagged by @fabrowrites to find the words slide, twitch, break and exhale in my fics/wips!

before i get to the snippets, i’m going to tag: @finn-m-corvex, @rainofthetwilight, @taddymason, @inspectorghoul, @weekend-whip and @giftofjay! your words are (drum roll)… snap, blue, echo, and flicker!! no pressure, of course :D

slide - The Enneadic Logs (unpublished)

“Jay?”

Jay slides to a halt at Zane’s robotic yet soft voice.

“Mhm?” he hums in response, waiting not-so-patiently for Zane to continue. Whatever he’s going to say will probably delay Jay for no longer than five minutes—but five minutes of time wasted in the monastery is five minutes fewer to work on Prime Empire.

Zane nods towards the chore chart, stuck to the fridge with novelty Starfarer magnets. “You may have forgotten this, but I believe it is your slot to do the—”

“Dishes.” Jay groans emphatically. He must’ve lost track of which day of the week it is. Again. “Correct as usual, Frosty.”

And so it turns out the dirty plates he just dumped in the sink are, in fact, his problem.

twitch - Putting the Puzzle Pieces Back Together (part 1, published)

Remembering the porcelain charm was still on the floor, he bent down to retrieve it, but something made him stop. 

At first, he didn’t know exactly what had caused it. The building sense of unease; the hair on the back of his neck standing up. His fingers twitched as the feeling spasmed down his body. 

Then the ozone gathered in the air, and he realised.

It was the opposite of thunder. Thunder came a few seconds after a lightning strike, a rumbling reminder of something brief and bright. This feeling was the other side of the coin. It was the slow build up to the moment the lightning struck the ground. It was a warning.

He couldn’t explain how he knew it, but Jay knew that lightning was going to strike. And it was going to strike soon.

break - ERROR: Battery Low (published)

Because Jay should’ve been able to survive this. He should’ve had the strength to break his prison of code. He should’ve been found by his friends, because they wouldn’t have stopped their search for him if they’d known he was missing.

(Would they? He hopes they would.)

He might’ve had a chance if it weren’t for him.

The thief.

exhale - Putting the Puzzle Pieces Back Together (part 2, unpublished)

Ignoring the shooting pain that rippled through his side, Jay raised his arm and tossed the dirt, aiming straight for the target’s eyes. It had the intended effect—the target swore, coughed, and rubbed frantically at his eyes.

Jay seized his chance.

Subtle sparks tickled against his fingers, grounding him. He closed his eyes and exhaled, focusing on the surge of the lightning, the way it ebbed and flowed through his body in crackling waves. 

Jay opened his eyes, and the Web spread out before him.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I still can't believe out of everyone and everything that could have gotten rid of the loophole in Angel's curse, it was Illyria (strongly hinted at the very end of the season 12 comics). Just goes to show how the Powers That Be don't care about their champions, and are really kind of evil (though we already knew that). And they were probably keeping the loophole on purpose, thinking that if it wasn't there he and Buffy would just run off and be happy together instead of fighting for them, the bastards.

[lightdancer1]

One of the fun bits of In the Company of Witches and Slayers as an AU:

The show essentially sets up that much of Sunnydale's coverups of obviously supernatural shenanigans was a Mayoral conspiracy and then the immortal with the demon pacts who kept all that together dies and this seemingly has no impact on Sunnydale's awareness of supernatural events. Well here, starting with Willow's brief first Dark Willow moment of summoning a category 5 stormcloud over Sunnydale and on through this the censorship field wavers and finally disintegrates in Sunnydale, though its overall factor as a price of the Shadowmen's original spell makes it to Season 7.

This means that just in time for the Initiative and Adam to finally move to center stage in the 2001 timeframe (and as they've been background villains for a while the reign of terror is actually fairly short and ends well before the start of 2002) that Sunnydale's capacity to see and sense the supernatural suddenly and abruptly changes and it realizes it's got vampires, demons, werewolves, witches, and Slayers running around.

And then becomes Metropolis from DC comics but vampires.

"What the fuck, man! That tiny blonde was kicking the shit out of some Andre the Giant with horns!"

"Oh it's just the blonde Slayer. You should see what the brunette does. If it wasn't for the idea that vampires would kill me I'd support a vampire rights thing."

"Wait, I thought witches needed broomsticks to fly."

"Evidently not."