#tara tokes

[ikyoudreamofme]

High by the beach

C💋

Babe I'm picking you up at 7:30. Be ready wear something for the beach xx

                                                                 Y/n🩷

                                 Okayy I'll see u soon xx

Your POV

I got up as it was 6:45 and got ready.

I put on a yellow bikini, tank top and a denim skirt.

I left my hair down and got my beach bag and put in a towel,hairbrush,spare underwear, some perfume and deodorant and my purse. I expect I'm going back to Carringtons after.

I sat on the sofa and waited for him to arrive. I get a message from Carrington telling me he's here. I get up and lock the door walking to his car.

"Hey y/n/n you okay?" He asks changing gears driving off towards to beach. You nod and reply "yeah I'm okay. Are you alright?"

He nods and parks the car near the beach. He gets out and goes round to your side of the car opening the door putting his hand out for you. "thank you." You say smiling up at him as you get out wrapping your other arm around his neck hugging him. He hugs you back then pulls away walking over to the boot getting out a picnic basket.  You smile and he walks over to you wrapping his arm around your shoulder walking with you to the beach

You sit down on the sand near the shore, Carrington gets a blanket out and lays it across the sand and gets out a clear box and a lighter. You look up at him confused and he looks at you smiling. "What's that?" You ask going to grab it, he stops you grabbing it first pulling it away. "It's weed, you know devils lettuce?" He laughs slightly. "Yes I know what weed is. I've smoked it before." You say rolling your eyes at him. He nods opening the box and lighting the joint taking a toke passing it to you. You take a hit passing it back to him, you go back and forth until he puts the joint out. You reach over to the picnic basket using Carrington's shoulder as support you grab a can of Pepsi.

"AHH! You got cottonmouth!" He shouts laughing at you.

"Shut up" you reply taking a big sip of your drink standing up and putting your hand out for him to stand with you. He looks at you confused but grabs your hand standing up.

"We're going swimming" you state taking off your skirt and tank top leaving you in your bikini and Carrington takes off his shirt leaving him in only swimming shorts. "I'll beat you!" You shout already running towards the ocean. "Hey no fair you went first!" He shouts back running after you catching up to you and grabbing your waist swinging you around so he's in front of you and runs of towards the water.

You run up to him and splash him. "You cheated so I win by default." You mutter.

He walks over to you placing one hand on your hip. "I didn't cheat I just used winning tactics." he says smirking down at you. "Thats makes no sense." You say looking up at him.

After a while you and Carrington get out the water and sit on the beach watching the sunset. You get out of your phone taking a few pictures for insta.

Y/N.Y/L/N

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@Carringtonusa

I love you so much my favourite boy.🩷

@tarayummyy:this is adorable

-> Y/N.Y/L/N: I love yu Tara

@JohnnieGuilbert:Carrignton has rizz?

-> Y/N.Y/L/N:he does. He got me 🍃.

@Carringtonusa:I love you more baby❤️

@GraceVanDien: so so cute (I hope Johnnie gets the hint)😘

-> Y/N.Y/L/N:hahaha he better get the hint. love you Grace💋

[weaselbeaselpants]

Lorch opened her big stupid mouth again and decided to lean into "addicts are all awful and deserve to die" territory. How adorable.

My father functionally drank himself to death after he finally drove us away for good with his constant rage sessions, bouts of anger, stalking, suicide baiting and threatening us with guns, and all of this after a period of hightened emotional and verbal abuse we were subjected to after the death of my grandmother which lead him to self-medicate even harder than he already did throughout my whole life. I get really pissed at the idea that drugs, ANY drug or substance, can "save" you. It can't. You have to save you and self-medication can kill and does kill. It ruined my life because it ruined my dad's life and it ruined his immune system to where he died of bronchitis. I know from watching my dad's brother, my uncle, who did do HARD drugs and had the same issues as my dad, that hard drugs are easy to get into after you keep clearing hurtles to escape pain/feel higher, and then DANGEROUSLY hard to escape from. No Lily I didn't need Requiem for a Dream and Trainspotting to tell me that though I've heard from people that both those movies are disturbingly accurate about heroine, which is horrifying. No one should go through what happens in those stories and they sure as hell shouldn't be blamed/shamed/treated like 'filth' for being in that position at all.

The thing is, people are responsible for themselves. Not taking prescriptions right is bad. ALWAYS talk with a psychiatrist they are literally there to hear how you're doing on your drugs; never drink/smoke/toke and drive or handle machinery. It is absolutely not worth it get your friend or family to do it PLEASE even if they're annoying (at best) and chast you for that. If there's any way in which weed can directly kill you -Lily- it's through this. Wait till you're home; I'm not telling you this crap because I'm your mom, stranger on the internet reading this. I'm telling you this as a person with my own vices who lives around other people with their own vices; take care of yourself as best you can. You can do better, but you can never be perfect and that's okay. Don't abstain from stuff you can't quit but please be responsible. And godspeed to people dealing with addictions to hard drugs. I wish you the best - you can do it and as impossible as it may seem you will find the things you need in life to escape your pain without your addiction. I wish...so much that vibes and prayers and good thoughts could do more for you; especially the people dealing with drugs and homelessness right now which is SO MANY in my county alone. My government is screwing you over. You deserve to live and you ought to have your story told no matter what.

Anyway fuck you six ways to sunday Lily Orchard in the name of HUMANITY. You miserable, awful woman- wishing death and eugenic talk onto addicts for the crime of being an addict. You're the kind of person who doesn't just get uncomfortable+scoot away at a clearly tripping person on the bus, you actively say vile things abt them under your breath and scream at them if they even come near you. You have no empathy. I pray to god you never come across a homeless person. You must think the same backward garbage about them too.

Also speaking of vices and lecturing people on them, I find all this rich coming from the woman who wrote incest-laden cp left and right in her heyday, blames other people for it and very likely has accounts full of visual cp under your sockpuppets. I don't drink, smoke or take heavy drugs myself, Lily. But, just looking at what your good old friend Tara (who is not Sai. We both know this I don't even like Sai and I know it's not Sai) has hidden on the web I kind of want to now just to get those images outta my mind. "Quit at anytime/just NOT do the dangerous this" clearly doesn't apply to you. Predator.

[blackbird-brewster]

Jennifer Jareau/Tara Lewis || Rated: M || WC: 68,300+ (WIP) Chapters Posted: 8/12

Summary:

When widowed author Jennifer Jareau and her sons attend the fourth annual Jareau holiday reunion in the small mountain-town of Northvale, the last thing she expected was to fall in love. The only problem is, the woman who's stolen her heart happens to be JJ's brother's girlfriend. [Inspired partially by Hallmark movies this festive rom-com AU is packed full of tropes, plot twists, and holiday cheer.]

CHAPTER EIGHT- NOW POSTED

On the seventh day of Christmas, JJ's true love gave to her.... Eight threads a-weaving, Seven tokes a-blazing, Six breaths a-bated, Five shocking twists, Four grieving years, Three hours worked, Two simple words, And a meet-cute in a bookshop.

[hippie-qt]

🤤this is so pleasing

[worriedish]

stop drop & toke!!!

unbelievably glad the video ended where it did cause I was a mess of coughs like 3 seconds later lmao

I was tagged by a few lovely human beings, I’m kind of behind on this my baaaad @autumnmelahnikissesrazors @heyyysoulsister @moonlight-kalidescope @bonghits-n-cherrypits @fairyganjmother

I wanna see all your faces back of course as well as @garlictoast66 (because she’s my best friend & everyone needs to go check her cute lil blog out) @paranutt @chubbybluntz @tattoednugwitch @tara-tokes @whoduhthunkit

AND OF COURSE ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO GET STONED WITH ME 💐

[taylortaylormoon-mainblog]

Yes me lets write another story to

Tara grew up here at the Davenport manor, roamed the halls before she could walk, cared for by the other assassin’s that new her parents, and she still morns every one of them. Achilles was all she had left of her family reluctance to train her but it was the only way to keep her out of trouble. Sure it was lonely only having the animals and Achillies to talk to. Sure training and chores kept her busy but she would stay wake at night wondering what it would be like to have a friend.

Tara grew up here at the Davenport manor, roamed the halls before she could walk, cared for by the other assassin’s that new her parents, and she still morns every one of them. Achilles was all she had left of her family reluctance to train her but it was the only way to keep her out of trouble. Sure it was lonely only having the animals and Achillies to talk to. Sure training and chores kept her busy but she would stay wake at night wondering what it would be like to have a friend.

She had just finished her choirs and was about to take her seat at the piano for the next hour practing when she heard a knock on the door. Sure they would get the weary traveler every once in a while or someone lost and in need of directions, but it was October no one journey this far out this late into the fall. The knocking continued pulling Tara out of her musing, and walked towards the door. On the other side was a native boy around her age she suspected, looking a little worse for wears probably a long journey he had made.

“Yes?” Tara asked, wondering what the boy was doing this far out.

“I…I was told you could train me?” The boy asked, looking uncertain in his words.

“You must mean Achillies, but he hasn’t trained anyone since…well since me.”

“Please I must speak with him it is important.” Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, Achilles curios about the knocking as well made his way down that stairs towards the door.

“Well, who is it girl?” Achillies asked, coming to stand beside her, “Achillies? I was told yo could train me.” The boy repeated.

“No.” Achilles was short and cold with his response and shut the door. “Do not answer the door again.” He told her. Tara only gave a nod in response and went back to the piano disappointed.

The knocking continued.

“Go away.”

“Im not leaving!” NO answer came.

Wondering if the boy decided to leave Tara looked out the many windows before she spotted him taking shelter in the stables. “Maybe Marabell will enjoy the company.”

The next morning, Tara awoke early as today was stable day. Having only one horse made cleaning the stables easy but Achilles was a stricken man and demanded nothing less then perfection. Dressed in simple trousers, shirt and jacket, she was ready to go with an apple saved for Marabell. Humming an old tune set to work grabbing the feed form the shed. She stopped short of the stables seeing the native boy still here.

“Um…hello.” Tara greased the boy awkwardly unsure of what to make of his presence here.

“Hello.” He replied, standing up and shaking the hay from his clothes. He said nothing more as he walked back up to the house.

“This is not going to end well.” Tara said to Marabell, feeding the old horse the apple. “I Will not leave! Do you hear me? I will never leave!” The voice obviously belong to the boy, “Seems a little thick headed to me, old girl.” The horse gave her own responses. “Yeah I agree.” After taking care of the horse Tara watched the boy make his way back to the stables dropping roughly on to the ground with a frustrated growl. Unsure of what to do she went back to her daily routine a mix of chores and training. As the rain continued Tara’s thoughts went back to the boy.

“He’s probably cold and hungry.” She said to herself, something between kindness and foolishness Tara acted grabbing an old oils skin cloak Achilles wouldn’t miss and some food from the cabinets. Dressed in her own jacket she quietly left the house.

“Hello.” She called from outside the stables, “I brought a peace offering.” She held the supplies out infant of her.

“If you have come to discard me it will not work.” He told her adamantly,

“I’m not just though you might want a cloak and food,” He stood up, taking the offering before settling down again to eat, Tara took a step into the stables and sat down herself just to watch him eat. “My name is Tara what is yours?” “ratonhnhaké:ton.” He replied, taking a bite of the bread. “I made that.” She adminted, “So if it not very good I understand.” “No it’s good.” He replied, as he toke another bite. “I saw you earlier…do you do all the chores.” “Yeah it’s just me and Achilies and well Marabell and Styx.” They sat in silence for a moment before Tara stood. “I best be getting back, Achillies has already noticed my absence.” “Then why did you come?” “I don’t know.” She replied honestly, and walked right into another man. “Ops I’m sorry.” “Who are you?” ratonhnhaké:ton already pulling Tara behind him.

“No one you need to concern yourselves with little breeches.” One man threatened.

“Best cut before something and happens.” The other said, Tara stood beside ratonhnhaké:ton instead of behind him ready to fight. Ready to put her years of training to the test. She noticed he had a tomahawk on him with she only had her fists, she held her ground dodging every hit that came her way but it was all she could do her hits meant nothing to him.

After ratonhnhaké:ton finished his poacher, her snuck up behind hers and took on hers the only problem was there were too many of them. Grabbing a fallen weeping the two made quick work of the other poachers. But one got a good hit against Tara sending her to the ground. Ratonhnhake:ton brought her attacker down.

“Why are you here?” He asked, him. “Best asked the boss man.” “Look out!” Tara called running towards ratonhnhaké:ton but it was too late

[banglanotebook]

SINGULAR

Nominative (who is the subject?)

1st ps | I: আমি [ami]

2nd ps (informal) | you: তুমি [tumi]

2nd ps (intimate) | you: তুই [tui]

2nd ps (formal) | you: আপনি [apni]

*3rd ps (informal) | he, she, it: সে [se] / এ [e] / ও [o]

*3rd ps (formal) | he, she, it: তিনি [tini] / ইনি [ini] / উনি [uni]

Genitive (shows possession)

1st ps | my: আমার [amar]

2nd ps (inf) | your: তোমার [tomar]

2nd ps (int) | your: তোর [tor]

2nd ps (form) | your: আপনার [apnar]

*3rd ps (inf) | his, her, its: তার [tar] / এর [er] / ওর [or]

*3rd ps (form) | his, her, its: তাঁর [tãr] / এঁর [ẽr] / ওঁর [õr]

Objective (who is the subject interacting with?)

1st ps | me: আমাকে [amake]

2nd ps (inf) | you: তোমাকে [tomake]

2nd ps (int) | you: তোকে [toke]

2nd ps (form) | you: আপনাকে [apnake]

*3rd ps (inf) | him, her, it: তাকে [take] / একে [eke] / ওকে [oke]

*3rd ps (form) | him, her, it: তাঁকে [tãke] / ওঁকে [õke] / ওনাকে [onake]

PLURAL

Nominative

1st ps | we: আমরা [amra]

2nd ps (inf) | you: তোমরা [tomra]

2nd ps (int) | you: তোরা [tora]

2nd ps (form) | you: আপনারা [apnara]

*3rd ps (inf) | they: তারা [tara] / এরা [era] / ওরা [ora]

*3rd ps (form) | they: তাঁরা [tãra] / এঁরা [ẽra] / ওঁরা [õra]

Genitive & Objective**

1st ps | our, us: আমাদের [amader]

2nd ps (inf) | your, you: তোমাদের [tomader]

2nd ps (int) | your, you: তোদের [toder]

2nd ps (form) | your, you: আপনাদের [apnader]

*3rd ps (inf) | their, them: তাদের [tader] / এদের [eder] / ওদের [oder]

*3rd ps (form) | their, them: তাঁদের [tãder] / এঁদের [ẽder] / ওঁদের [õder]

Formality Terms: “Informal” indicates a casual relationship (friends, immediate family, people your age). “Intimate” is for the most special relationships (close friends, lovers, parents to children). It is considered extremely rude to use intimate forms with people you are not intimate with. “Formal” is reserved for authority figures or strangers –anywhere you’d like to make a good impression or be respectful (people with a title, people older than you, meeting new people).

*A Note on the 3rd Person: Not only does Bangla adhere to different levels of formality, it also indicates the 3rd person’s proximity to the conversation. 1) Proximal 3rd person is used when the subject is close by or in the speaker’s presence and they include: এ [e] / এরা [era] / ইনি [ini] / এঁরা [ẽra]. 2) Medial 3rd person is used when the subject is somewhat distant from the speaker: ও [o] / ওরা [ora] / উনি [uni] / ওঁরা [õra]. 3) Distal 3rd person is for far away subjects, like those overseas. Apparently this form isn’t used as often, although Hanne-Ruth Thompson insists that this form is more neutral. Perhaps different dialects use this one as a default while others barely use it at all, but I am not completely certain (if someone could elaborate in an ask or a comment, that’d be great!). Distal pronouns include:  সে [se] /  তারা [tara] / তিনি [tini] / তাঁরা [tãra].

**Plural Objective: While the plural objective case shares words with the genitive case, sometimes they include the ending -derke instead of -der. Ex. আমাদের [amader] can also be written as আমাদেরকে [amaderke]. This applies to any plural objective word, and both are correct.

SOURCES:  Hanne-Ruth Thompson’s Bengali-English Dictionary CurryLangs (moderator: Shai): Post 1, Post 2

If anyone has any questions, comments, corrections, or additional contributions, please let me know in a comment below or in my ask box!

[blackbird-brewster]

Jennifer Jareau/Tara Lewis || Rated: M || WC: 53,000+ (WIP) Chapters Posted: 7/12 Summary:

When widowed author Jennifer Jareau and her sons attend the fourth annual Jareau holiday reunion in the small mountain-town of Northvale, the last thing she expected was to fall in love. The only problem is, the woman who's stolen her heart happens to be JJ's brother's girlfriend. [Inspired by Hallmark movies and the film, 'Dan in Real Life', this Christmas rom-com AU is packed full of tropes, plot twists, and holiday cheer.]

CHAPTER SEVEN - NOW POSTED

On the seventh day of Christmas, JJ's true love gave to her.... Seven tokes a-blazing, Six breaths a-bated, Five shocking twists, Four grieving years, Three hours worked, Two simple words, And a meet-cute in a bookshop.

[geenee27]

Re-blogging, your tags below had me laughing so hard @tara-tokes​  , bless you!

#WHAT EVEN #I know Phryne sometimes feeds Jack but #she's literally stuffing food into his mouth #What Is Personal Space?

[hash-420]

sunny mornings with bongs and a caramel latte are kinda my thing 💙💙 this bong rip is for the ever wonderful @ripninhale420 💚💛💚💛 my go pro videos are too big to upload so this hits for you bbe 😇

💜👄💜👄

I’d like to tag the always lovely @bakedlilbae @peacefulpothead @weed-breath @coffeepotsmokin @godshideouscreation @tara-tokes @inhale-the-frost and @etthereal

[hippie-qt]

Morning aesthetic ✨

[worriedish]

good mooorning world, today sucks but my tumblr crush followed me this morning so I’ve got that going for me

also can we talk about how fucking dramatic I am dropping the lighter hahaha

if you see this take a hit with me 💕

[daganjagoddess]

Hot boxing w// @tara-tokes at midnight

[sassysapphicstoner-blog]

ur so cute omfg!!!! have a super stoney day! 💗

fkalsdjfl thank you!!