#tara’s thoughts

[lordprettyflackotara]

i’m only going to speak on this one more time and then i’m going back to writing my lil one shots.

Matt Sturniolo, Chris Sturniolo, Sam Golbach & Colby Brock owe you bitches NOTHING.

they don’t owe you an explanation, tiktok dances, or in depth videos explaining their relationship w their girlfriends to you. you bitches are forgetting these are ACTUAL fucking people.

yall wonder why colby & sam keep their relationships/affairs private but then despise every female that steps within five feet of them.

matt sturniolo is not a dancing monkey he’s a person with goddman mental health issues and he owes you NOTHING.

these four GROWN ASS MEN are REAL people with lives and emotions. their experience in this life should not and will not be to please you mentally ill ass bitches who cannot distinguish fanfiction from reality.

so please, get a grip and cope with the fact they owe you absolutely nothing.

[lordprettyflackotara]

in case you’re wondering how it’s going in my drafts rn

[memesonnets]

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.

[galedekarios]

🧙💕🐈

[thoughtkick]

You’re chaos and order and everything in between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world’s imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You’re filled with soft, dark music.

Tara Sim, Timekeeper

[lordprettyflackotara]

i keep seeing this everywhere & typically i don’t comment on shit like this but how hard is it to just let people enjoy things?? is it really that funny people have a passion for writing & want to write about youtubers and/or fictional characters that mean a lot to them? i don’t understand why they’re all wheezing like she’s a comedian. they’ve done nothing but bring mean girl energy to the studio, sorry not sorry🤷🏻‍♀️

Ok YALL who snitched 🧍🏻‍♀️

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x07 | “Once More, With Feeling” 

[asrielinfected]

Too Much to Drink

Part two

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

Summary: You, Tara, Chad, Mindy, and Anika, all go to a party. You get a bit tipsy after seeing Tara flirt with a random guy. (After scream 5)

Warning: Slight makeout session, Sensitive Topics, Drinking, & Profanity.

Words counted: 1k+

There was no doubt that you had a crush on Tara Carpenter. You’ve been crushing hard on her for a while now. It’s a surprise she didn’t notice it.

You never dared to tell her or your friend group about it. You didn’t want to risk breaking you and Tara’s friendship.

So here you are at a party with your friends. A party you didn’t even want to be at, but were forced to go.

You are now sitting on a sofa, alone, as your friends wander off somewhere else.

You decided to scroll on your phone since you had nothing better to do, but you can’t help but notice something in the corner of your eye.

You saw Tara, and a random guy? Your attention immediately left your phone and went straight to them.

“Who the hell is that,” You say to yourself as you watched how Tara put a hand on his arm.

You felt disgusted at the sight of your crush and some random person flirting with each other. But you couldn’t help but keep watching them.

As you kept on looking at them, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and can’t help, but slightly jump.

It was Chad. Anika and Mindy were behind him.

“Holy shit! Don’t sneak up on me like that ever again,” You said as your gaze finally left Tara and the guy.

Chad grinned and snickers, “Maybe you should be more cautious. What were you distracted by anyways?”

“Nothing that concerns you Chad,” You say as you looked away from him.

“Right..” Mindy said as she studied your face. She knew you were hiding something.

Anika joined the conversation, but just for a bit, “Ahem well anyways I don’t know what’s happening here and Im not sure if I want want to find out. Imma get some more drinks,”

Anika grabbed Mindy’s hand and left to wander somewhere else.

“Alright then, I’ll see you later!” Chad patted your shoulder before also leaving.

You sighed deeply, almost forgetting what you were doing before you got interrupted.

You turned your attention back to where Tara and the guy last were, but you couldn’t spot them anywhere.

You groaned because you got distracted with your other friends that you forgot to keep an eye on your crush.

But it wasn’t long until you spotted the two.

When you did. You saw them sharing a kiss. Your heart dropped a bit at the sight.

Your jealousy was spiking up but needed to keep your cool, you guys weren’t even together. She’s an adult she can do whatever she pleases. Right?

You decided to get off the sofa and get your first drink of the night.

As you took a shot of alcohol it burned a little but you felt like you couldn’t stop.

To bury your feelings you just kept on drinking and drinking until you couldn’t anymore.

When you stopped. You felt dizzy, really dizzy. You tried your best to lay down somewhere, because you were in the edge of throwing up.

It helped a bit but you were still feeling nauseous. You could barely keep your eyes open. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to drink that much.

You laid down on a couch on your back as you stared at the ceiling and closed your eyes for a bit.

You heard some footsteps walking closer to you and you opened your eyes a bit and tilted your head to face the person.

It was Tara.

You smiled a little bit when you saw Tar, but for her, she wasn’t so pleased with what she was seeing.

“Hiii Tara…what are you doing hereee?” You said, slurring your words.

“Jesus Christ Y/N.. are you seriously drunk!? Now who’s going to take me home now. Sam is going to be so pissed if she knows I went to this party.”

“Chill Tarrr. I am still stable.. I think.”

“You’re such a fucking dumbass..” Tara grumbled as she went to get some water for you to drink, “Drink this so you somewhat feel better,”

You went ahead and chugged the water down. You can’t help but keep staring at Tara as you did so.

Tara started to get weirded because you kept on staring at her.

Your eyes never left her face

You went ahead and spat out words you would never say if you were sober, “Has anyone told you, you are like really goddamn pretty.. everything you do is beautiful in my eyes.. you could be doing the most disgusting things and I’ll still find you perfect,”

The alcohol really got to you. How could you be that bold?

The Carpenter couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered. A small smile creeps up on her face but quickly goes away, realizing your just drunk and probably don’t know what your talking about.

“Shut up. You’re a drunk mess. Also do you know how incredibly stupid it is to drink that much. Don’t you ever drink that much again. Especially if-”

You weren’t even listening to her lecture all your attention went down to her lips and wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

it wasn’t long until Tara caught up what you were looking at “My eyes are up here Y/N,”

You watched as her lips moved as she said that. Your drunk self had no more self control in you.

You suddenly went forward and kissed the Carpenter.

Tara was surprised by your action, but she surprisingly didn’t move away.

She grabbed the side of your face and deepened the kiss. You could’ve sworn you felt her tongue touch yours, but she moved away.

She quickly came to her senses and told herself that she shouldn’t take advantage of you while you were drunk.

She stepped away from you while you were still on the sofa, and walked away. Not speaking about what just happened.

Not even seconds later, you pass out. It was definitely the alcohol that got to you.

Some time passes by, and you wake up on your bed in your apartment.

You groaned as your head started to throb. It felt like it was about to explode. Probably caused by the hangover.

“What the hell,”

You say as you quickly check your phone and woke up with some notifications from your friends.

You soon figured out that Chad had to carry you and drop you back to your home, while you were reading the messages.

Then you click on Tara’s number.

There was one message she sent saying, “We need to talk.”

Well you’re fucked..

[thehopefulquotes]

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow

[stay-close]

Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.

Tara Rose

[quotefeeling]

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow

[lordprettyflackotara]

hitchhiker || end of beginning

this is entirely fan service. enjoy <3

Your hair flew behind you, the salty wind blowing past you in a blur. You grinned at the smell of the ocean, watching your daughter, Nova, collect seashells along the shoreline. “Doesnt this one look cool?” She exclaimed, holding up a larger shell. You smiled and nodded, her curious chocolate eyes staring at you for an answer. “It looks lovely honey, it’ll look great for our collection,” You said encouragingly. After Nova grew a bit older you moved away from the woods, your past lovers haunting you. Nova was eleven now, her features starting to mature. You could never place whose she was. Her nose was shaped like Toby’s, her jawline sharp like Brian’s, and her eyes full and warm like Tim’s. Each day she reminded you more and more of them, her habits like theirs unknowingly. Toby’s energy, Brian’s love for tomato soup, Tim’s leadership. She had become quite the little adult at her new middle school, joining the debate club almost immediately as it was founded.

Yet she still had that childlike sense about her. Her cheeks were still a little chubby, her innocence still intact. Beside her was Jack, still wearing boots and his hoodie, even on the sandy beach. The beach was secluded, fenced in behind your new home. Jack still came to visit regularly, Nova having long adjusted to his appearance. She knew he was different and his existence was to be kept a secret, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. It was hard for her to when he came bearing gifts each visit. Truly he spoiled her, the demon shrugging and pretending he didn’t know what you were talking about when you called him out on it. “What do you think Uncle Jack?” Nova asked, holding it up to him. The demon pretended to be puzzled, before ruffling her thick y/h/c hair. “I think it would look better washed off, here,” He said, reaching down and cupping a handful of water. You watched as he surprised her, splashing water on her sundress. She gasped before giggling playfully, quickly splashing him back. You grinned at the sight, Nova’s laughter music to your ears.

“Scared to get wet princess?”

For a moment you thought you were hallucinating, jumping in surprise at the sight of Tim. A lazy unlit cigarette hung from his lips, Brian and Toby right behind him. “Holy shit,” You whispered. You ran towards them, desperately clawing at them to all hug you at once. You cupped each of their faces, your heart exploding with happiness. “How did you… you’re here. You’re real,” You whispered. You noticed Toby no longer had a bandage covering the side of his face, his gash revealed proudly. Tim’s hair had grown longer, framing his face. Brian’s stubble was growing out, poking at your palm as you cupped his face. “R-real as it c-can get,” Toby said proudly, giving you a goofy smile. You turned around, Jack holding Nova’s small hand as he walked her over to you and the boys. You were unsure how to explain this, your daughter’s concept of parents being only two individuals. Not four. “Who are they mama?” She asked, hesitantly staring up at them. You were speechless, her big bright eyes looking up at Jack for guidance. He crouched down to her level, the demon much taller than any of you. “You know how most kids are stuck with only two parents?” He asked. Nova nodded. You glanced at the proxies, each of them staring at her. They each saw a bit of themselves in her. You crouched down as well, the two of you trying to ease Nova into the situation.

“Well you’re so special you get four,” You say, poking her rounded nose. She gasped, looking at Tim, Brian, and Toby. “You have an Uncle Jack which is much cooler in my opinion but yes, you have four,” Jack added, grinning. His sharp teeth unfazed the girl, who instead widened her eyes. “Does this mean I get four times as many Christmas presents?” She asked, unable to conceal a giggle. “Yeah she’s definitely y/n’s kid,” Tim muttered, causing Brian to elbow him. Toby was the first to return Nova’s grin, matching her perky energy. “As many as you want kiddo,” He said, mentally happy he didn’t stutter. Nova studied his gash for a moment, before speaking, “You’re just like Uncle Jack.”

Toby nodded, his left arm twitching. “I’d debate i’m a lot cooler but yeah pretty much,” Jack snickered, rising to his feet. Brian cleared his throat, a bit anxious to speak to the precious girl who he knew to be their daughter. “Five bucks says I can collect more sea shells than you,” He said, causing Nova to form a mischievous grin. Toby shrugged off his hoodie, tossing his goggles aside. “O-oh you’re s-so on. Cmon N-Nova,” Toby cheered, carelessly running down the small beach. Nova chased behind him, her blue beach bucket swaying as she ran. For the first time since you had met Brian he looked content, calmly following them down the beach. “You knew?” You asked Tim, who had now lit his cigarette since Nova wasn’t around. “Jack may have kept her a secret for a long time, but buying monster high dolls kinda gave it away,” He explained. You hugged Tim’s jacket tighter around you, the previous tarnished material all sewed back together. “Toby followed him. He saw you getting Nova off of the bus. He knew immediately that she was one of ours,” He continued. He inhaled deeply, before passing the cigarette to you. You had ditched the habit a long time ago, but Tim’s scent of cigarettes and cologne was enough to make you want a hit. “Took a lot of planning, as well as some favor asking, but The Operator is dead,” Tim finished.

You stared wide eyed, looking at Jack for clarification. “Dont look at me. I wasn’t going to spoil the surprise,” He said plainly. Nova ran up to the three of you, grabbing the demons large hand. “Cmon Uncle Jack, you gotta help us win!” She cheered. Jack waved goodbye, following the small girl. You turned to Tim, inhaling the tobacco stick. “How did you do it? Kill The Operator I mean?” You asked. You felt the smoke swirl around your lungs, before you exhaled. The ocean breeze blew it away quickly, your hair brushing behind your shoulders. “I think that’s a story for another day, don’t you think?” Tim asked. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to look at the mini family you had created. Toby was splashing Jack in the shallow water, trying to distract him as Nova searched the shore for shells. Brian was attempting to take off his boots and socks quickly, his work boots not made for the beach. You leaned your head on his shoulder, a content smile creeping across your lips. You wondered who Nova actually belonged her, a lot of her personality traits and looks so similar to each proxy. You knew it didn’t matter though, each of them going to endlessly love her as their own.

Tim’s warmth was relaxing, the orange sunset setting beyond the horizon. “Son of a bitch!” She gasped, after falling into the ocean. Yeah, she was most definitely Tim’s.

[sukunas-play-thing]

This photo of Sabo isn't talked about enough

Like, the black leather pants, the white tank top, showing off his scandalous tits and collar bones, the leather jacket. The smirk.

Mmm 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 fanning myself like a woman sweatin in church.

~~~~~~~

It's Like. Seeing a woman's ankles for the first time. Clutching my pearls. I'm pregnant now.

Oi Vei

🎵feels like the very first time🎵

🎶it feels like the very first time🎶

I'm done rambling.......................

Or am I?please don't read my tags

[merlinspussy]

Watching Heartstopper and wondering when it will be my turn to be unconditionally loved and cared for

[confusionmeisss]

seeing the words “directed by matthew gray gubler” on an episode of criminal minds brings forth nothing but a traumatizing experience

[perfectquote]

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow