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i love the way they love.........

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LUCY TARA | NCIS: Los Angeles, S14E10

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Donna and Tara tarot designs now up on my redbubble!💖

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And when I call, you come home

but you had to go, i know, i know, i know

(Feliz Día de los Muertos, everyone)

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When Tara had asked Sam to build an Ofrenda this year, she never imagined that it would be one for Amber Freeman.

Sam wasn’t a stranger to an Ofrenda or to Día de los Muertos itself. Before Tara’s father left, the Carpenter’s made one every year after Halloween. The sisters would spend days leading up to the holiday painting pictures, cutting out drawings, and baking food for their past loved ones. Though the sisters didn’t know their dead Abuela very well, their mother did, and that was enough.

If she closed her eyes and pictures the past Ofrendas, she could practically taste the Pan dulce her mother made and the smell of Arroz con leche simmering on the stove.

It was strange coming back to her sister and bringing more death with her. Sam knows that Tara went through hell without her, but she never imagined that she would bring dead bodies with her when she came back to Woodsboro.

The devil never cared who it took back to hell with him. All he did was take and never return.

Yet, Sam wasn’t so sure that God was listening either. She had spent too many nights kneeling on hardwood floors; her rosary pressed into her palms so hard that it left a trail of cuts through her skin. No matter the pain or suffering she or Tara went through, God was silent. It was like their prayers were just an echo, bouncing back through them instead of making their way to heaven.

That didn’t quite matter anymore. Sam had Tara safe now, and she could play God and ensure Tara survived. She would play God if that were what it took to keep her little sister alive—because she wasn’t afraid of death. She laughed in the face of it, teeth bared, hands out, ready to fight. Nothing could stop her from backing down, not even detaching himself.

Tara was afraid. She was scared of death and its consequences. Sam could see it quite clearly now. She never really understood why Tara cried so hard when the twin’s dog died or why her little sister held her breath when they passed graveyards. It all seemed futile to fear something that would always happen anyway. No one could escape death. It was all going to happen for them anyway.

So here Sam was, helping finish the final touches of Amber Freeman’s Ofrenda. A photo portrait of the girl sat in the middle, scattered rose petals and several types of canned soda all over the table. There was a work teddy bear, presumably Tara’s, propped against the photo. Bags of candies and chips were scattered alike, a few polaroids of the young girls holding hands placed delicately on the table.

Sam wasn’t fond of the girl, not even by a long shot. The fact that she had dated her little sister was enough to make Sam want to smash up the photo frame and set fire to the table itself. But she wasn’t going to do that. It was the Day of the Dead, and though she hated Amber Freeman, she respected the traditions she grew up with.

Tara stepped back, slipping the lighter in her pocket. The candle by Amber’s photo flickered in the still air, signaling that Amber was crossing over to the land of the living. Sam could feel Tara’s breath pick up, and she saw her little sister’s body tense. Even though Tara wasn’t supposed to be standing for longer than an hour, her little sister was still upright after hour three.

If Sam could, she would force Tara back into bed and dote on her every need.

But that’s not what Tara wanted, and Sam had to respect that. Sam was the one who ruined their relationship first, and she had respected their new boundaries.

“I miss her,” Tara softly said, her hands limp at her side.

Sam snapped her head up from staring at the floorboards, struggling to keep the venom out of her tone. Various retorts and snide comments sat on her tongue, waiting to be used. But she couldn’t. So she swallowed them back and tried to respond evenly.

“Why?” Sam replied, her voice strangled.

Before answering, Tara gently tangled her fingers with Sam’s, squeezing her older sister’s hand tightly. Sam froze at the action, not expecting such contact after years of craving it.

She had to play it cool. This day isn't about her. It was about the dead.

Her little sister spoke quietly, her voice meek. “She didn’t love me like I loved her. I know that. She was my everything, and I was just an experience for her. But love doesn’t go away just because she’s gone. I love her still,” Tara paused, licking her lips. “-And I know you hate that.”

Sam cringed, her eyes closing in the shame of being caught. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, squeezing Tara’s hand.

The two stood there for a moment, observing the Ofrenda quietly. Sam swallowed hard and found the words she was struggling to string together.

“I hate that. You’re right. But she’s important to you, and for the next few days, we will honor that. For the next few days, we will let her linger in our lives as a shadow and say goodbye to her,” she said, pausing to look at Tara.

Her little sister looked up at her, tear-filled eyes shining with love and gratitude. Sam smiled, squeezing Tara’s hand.

“But after this, we let her go. And we honor each other and love each other every day, okay? You and I will handle everything together now. I’m here. She will leave us in a few days. I’m here.”

She wasn’t so sure if she was convincing Tara or herself.

Tara paused for a few minutes, sniffling and whimpering softly. Sam just held her sister’s hand, her heart aching. Every bone inside her wanted to bring Tara in and keep her close. But they weren’t there yet. Hand-holding was risky enough, and Sam didn’t want to ruin what they had right now. One day, maybe more. But not today.

Quietly, Tara replied, her voice husky with tears. “I don’t want to make an Ofrenda for you anytime soon. I want you to stay. Just stay alive. It doesn’t have to be with me.”

“Por favor, no me hagas encender una vela por tu memoria,” Tara said softly, squeezing Sam’s hand tightly.

Sam stiffened at the request, her own eyes welling up. Selfishly, Sam never thought that anyone would care if she died. Nobody should, anyway. She could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it. Destruction was all she knew. Death was always knocking. Sam Carpenter was not immortal and very well capable of ending her life on a whim.

But Tara still cared. She didn’t know how or why— as all Sam did was cut Tara down to the bone.

Yet here she was, holding her little sister’s hand, staring at an Ofrenda of an ex-girlfriend while her little sister expressed her love for Sam.

Perhaps there were still beautiful things. Maybe she was deserving of forgiveness.

Maybe the sisters could love each other like they once did.

Without looking at her sister, Sam spoke softly, barely above a whisper. She couldn’t push the words past her lips any louder than that, in fear of coming undone in front of her already emotionally unstable little girl.

“Siempre estaré aquí. Ahora estoy aquí. No me iré—Te quiero, Mi Cielo. I will always love you, and I am staying as long as you want me.”

Tara nodded and wiped her tears off her cheek. “Forever. I want you forever. I love you too, Sam.”

While the sisters basked in the love they confessed, the candle flickering by Amber’s photo portrait slowly flickered out, signaling the end of an era.

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the ending of i saw the tv glow fucked me up because in a meatphor sense she's going to spend the rest of her life in misery because she was too afraid to embrace her true self. her happy self. and in a literal sense she's LITERALLY being buried alive which is like top 100 fears of mine and the fact her inhaler stopped working which is like. the sign that she's losing oxygen kept me up at night. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAA

Ourgh yeah the burying alive is. Fucked up if real! But personally I've said before but I do see the ending as not Great but at least hopeful, I think even if she doesn't accept herself right away she's going to at least try to like, find people who can help her, because she is screaming for help at the end, even if no one responds. And that's much better than suffering in silence. At least, that's if you assume her life outside the Pink Opaque is real in some way, which tbh I do. I think even if she were to bury herself like Tara, it wouldn't perfectly put her in Isabel's body, and she wouldn't be young again. Idk I'll say that I think the world of ISTTVG is supernatural and sitting within unreality rather than full fantasy, and neither The Pink Opaque or "Real Life" is fully true. I think they blur together one way or another

[frociaggina97]

creo que te das cuenta en atla cuando estas muy metida en los ships cuando tiran que la relación de katara y zuko es central y la mas importante en toda la serie porque ni siquiera la relación de katara y aang (que es significativa porque son dos sobrevivientes de un genocidio y un intento de otro) es eso. la relación mas importante de toda la serie es la de aang y zuko al punto de que estoy segurisima de que si tenian la misma edad las gordas fujoshi hasta hoy en dia iban a vivir forradas en guita de la cantidad de arte y cosas que habrían vendido de ese ship. sin aang zuko no llega a nada si arco es dependiente de la existencia del enano pelado tanto como la influencia de iroh esasi

[windshield91]

I'm excited for NCIS: Origins. Mike Frank Alive and Probie Gibbs. I wish they introduce Ducky down the road too.

NCIS introduced different potential spinoff:

- LA 14x 17 one of my favourites. I like episodes with cold cases allowing you to go back on different times in the same show.

- I didn't like knight father. He can retire but it'll be a new Place rarely showed and new concept.

- I miss the early seasons of LA where the norm were going undercover to solve cases. Elite can be a mix of that and different natural of cases.

[gianlucacrugnola]

Eric's Trip - Love Tara

Love Tara (album di debutto dei canadesi Eric’s Trip) è un’escursione tra ferite, errori e passioni scaturite da relazioni fallite o mai nate. Frantumi disordinati di sentimenti che compongono questo capolavoro indie-rock, dai suoni lo-fi, un trattato alternativo sull’amore, intimo ma al contempo universale. Un amore così profondo da divenire eterno, impossibile da evitare Quest’album mette…

[blue-eyed-banshee]

This songs gives me so many feels about many of the muses! Sylvanas dancing with Jaina in their two-story home they had claimed somewhere between the shores of Tiragarde Sound and a forest where Sylvanas would feel more at home. This also reminds me alot about Willow and Tara's relationship as well and the Faith/Buffy ship! There are many others this remind me of, but it would be a long post. This is one of my favorite songs and it's so sad about Selena's death but she left a legacy of greatness and a heartwarming presence.

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Bad movie I have Plane 2023

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@ahtlolevad from this to that in SECONDS

[typingtess]

“You’re connected Agent Namazi,” the voice from the USS Ronald Reagan told her before Lucy Tara wearing a 1980′s style headset popped up on the big screen in an empty Ops.

“Agent Namazi?” Lucy said, sitting down at the communications console.  “What can I do you for you?”

“Well, you can start by calling me Fatima,” Fatima replied.

“Of course, what do you need Fatima?”

“I just,” Fatima looked down for a second but started again.  “I just wanted to make sure we’re good.”

“Why wouldn’t we be good?  I think we’re good.  Are we not good?”

“I’m good, I just wanted to make sure we’re good.  I’ve been updating the team’s after-action reports and I realize I may not have been the agent I strive to be most days.”

“You were fine.  Finding your missing partner was jobs one, two and three.”

“I was a bit inside my own head.”

“You were part of an attack where bullets were flying, you were tear-gassed and Agent Rountree was missing.  Nobody thought you were in your own head.  Everyone thought you survived a traumatic attack and were happy to have you still in the game.”

“Thank you, Agent Tara.”

“Lucy.”

“Thank you, Lucy. Everyone here raved about helpful you were in Ops and it was really great to work with you.”

“Well, the ship was preparing to leave San Diego within a week so it was just an hour helicopter ride up to LA and dry land.  It was nice to see Tennant again.”

“She’s awesome.”

“She is.  The whole team in Hawaii is great.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, then why are you on the Ronald Reagan?”  

“In a fit of pique last year I threw in for the Agent Afloat program,” Lucy said, shaking her head.

“Oh no!  But I love the phrase ‘fit of pique’.”

“It’s appropriate.  So now I’m living with the consequences of a bad patch of days last year.”

“Do you need anything?  I can get something sent in a pouch.  Food?  Books?  Movies or TV shows?”

“Maybe DVDs of a certain CW drama whose star’s catch phrase was ‘Bye bitch.’”

Laughing, Fatima said, “I might know what show you’re talking about.”

“I knew you looked familiar but I couldn’t place you.”

“Changed a lot since then.”

“Haven’t we all.  Truly, my Mom and I had some issues when I was still living home but Wednesdays at 8, we were both parked in front of the set and being a family.”

“I’m glad my on-screen atrocious behavior helped you two bond,” Fatima heard the same thing from several of her college friends as well.  “When do you get off the ship?  I mean, if you can share.”

“I have about another six-weeks on this assignment and then I’m going back to Hawaii.”

“Well I just wanted to make sure we’re good and offer you a much more professional version of myself.  If you need help with anything or if you’re in LA for a few days, I’d love to show you the non-office parts of town.  Though if you live in Hawaii I’m not sure I’d ever leave...”

“That’s a great offer but honestly I’m counting the days until I’m back.  I miss what’s become my home.” Lucy gave a sad smile.  “I meant to ask, how is Agent Rountree doing?”

“Waiting to be cleared to return.  Had a concussion which was an issue because he had two playing football in college.”

“Oh no.”

“He said he had headaches for a couple of days.  Had to have some dental work done and just needed some time to heal but he’s expected back in a few days.”

“So good to hear.”

“I’ll let you get back to your day but I just wanted to make sure we’re good.”

“We were never not good.”

“And to ask if you need anything and let you know I’m a resource for you.”

“I’m good with just being a friend.”

“Even better.  Stay safe, Lucy.”

“Same,” Lucy said as the call ended.

Fatima had three crates of DVDs in her parents’ garage, a gift from her former executive producer.  She’d stop by for visit tonight to pick up a set – one down, 71 to go.  Maybe hug her Mom too.  And get some take-out for Rountree.