#i just crashed yesterday

[anhdepzai]

i also wanna post sum OC crumbs on here too

[tio-trile]

They ended up seeing the double feature together

Draws my own version of a Barbie meme instead of the one that’s everywhere rn because I’m cooler (no

[dramashii]

CRASH LANDING ON YOU (2019)

[kagoutiss]

as if it was never there at all.

[angelpuns]

V interesting rereading posts from last week cause they feel so far away and I'm so...I wouldn't say relaxed but I'm so far away and in space rn that I am not even thinking about my real life concerns at all :)

Me rereading posts from like 3 days ago: yikes this guy's vibe is so bleak

[periipheral]

opening the sims (for real this time)

[diivinesmite]

when Nine Inch Nails were like while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car or whatever

[incaseofspace]

Started playing In Stars and Time by @insertdisc5 and emerged eight hours and seven timeloops later, with five physical pages of notes & maps, having not made it to the king even once. 10/10 game.

[ln4wins]

the lando tag is fucked, it’s just full of hate posts about lando, hate posts about oscar, a fucking fanfic about lando, max and nico, people making disgusting ‘jokes’ wishing the drivers harm, people cross tagging irrelevant shit like please i just want to look at him being pretty

[moonshynecybin]

Pecco: marquez's arrival could be a disaster

I'm beating marquez with the same bike

Marc: I wish pecco would win the world championship 😊😊😊🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍🥳🥳🥳

yeah i will say i think pecco ABSOLUTELYYYYYYYY sees it as a personal little mindgame. which is really fucking funny if marc for once DOESNT !

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

idk if it's because my mum worked in a tv magazine or what but all the media wars and backstabbing and stuff happening behind the cameras is so so interesting to me

[tellmegoodbye]

Hi Harley! 14 & 28 please

What were your go-to writing songs?

I actually made playlists for two of my fics! I had these on repeat while writing them, and I'm particularly proud of the our love will guide us home playlist.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

Is it too easy to say everyone? Maybe, but I'm going to get sentimental for a minute here.

I was so nervous the first time I logged back into this account after five months. I figured I'd just go back to lurking, that I'd post my fic and then that would be that. That was actually the only reason I even came back in the first place, because I felt bad for leaving everyone in the dark and I wanted to let y'all know that I finally finished it. I didn't think anyone would still be interested, but the love I got on that fic, and every fic since, just about made me cry. So, everyone who read my fics and commented on them, everyone who engaged with my wip wednesdays and seven sentence sundays, that's who I would thank. Y'all have no idea how much it means to me.

If I had to thank one person in particular, it would be @herefortarlos. Desi, you've been so kind and welcoming and easy to talk to, and during a point in my life where I was (and still am to an extent) terrified of talking to people, you helped me come back out of my shell a little. I also can't thank you enough for helping me with my fics!! I also want to thank @ironheartwriter because I had so much fun creating the Tarlos discord with you and hosting the countdown event! I would have never done that on my own, and you helped make the last few months of the hiatus really fun despite the rollercoaster of bad news we got as a fandom. I'm really thankful to have both of y'all as friends here! 🩵

end of year fic asks

[httpiastri]

him 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[sugarsnappeases]

rita skeeter, at the end of the first war

[butch--dean]

I would like to smash microsoft outlook with hammers

[smolmakerel]

Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.

If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.

And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.

Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.

For Tara.

"Um, Sam?"

Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.

Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.

"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.

Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.

"I'm hanging a hammock."

"Why?"

"Because?"

"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"

Sam slowly closed her jaw.

Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.

"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."

Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"

Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.

"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"

"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."

Ok. Fine. Whatever.

Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.

"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."

She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.

Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?

Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.

Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.

Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.

"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.

Tara grumbled, exhausted.

It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.

"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."

Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.

"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.

Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.

"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"

"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"

Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.

The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.

Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.

"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"

Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."

So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.

At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.

"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"

"What? You're the one that -"

"Shh, less talking more sleeping."

Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.

Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.

But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.

With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?

"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"

Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.

— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —

1: Two little caterpillars in love

2: They spend their nights and early mornings

3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?

4: It's nothing.

5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.