Tara Biting People Should Be Canon 😂

Made the worst brownies ever created just now

Tamber - Why did it have to be you?

guys… i have stellatrix fics half written in my word. I’m too sad to continue 😔😔 if someone gives me motivation i might write the rest idk. anyways enjoy this angsty oneshot heheheh. Also i realise that if i write in character POVs, my writing is wayy better so enjoy the new format.

NOT PROOFREAD

The Tara mental breakdown scene we deserved.

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Tara’s POV

BANG! “You were a shitty girlfriend.” Amber is shot to the ground, blood pooling out of the gunshot wound on the side of her head. The one that I shot. Sam is speaking, I don’t know what she’s saying. My ex-girlfriends half burnt face is staring at me. Ex. Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone it could’ve been. The one person who said she would never hurt me. I guess that was a lie as well.

Sam tries to keep my prying eyes away from Ambers body, but it’s addicting. She didn’t know Richie as long as I had known Amber. She didn’t know Amber much either. I hobble over, ignoring Sam’s calls behind me and fall to my knees. Sobbing more and more. Not my Amber. Not my Amber. But no matter how hard I try to get it out of my head. It was my Amber who did this. It was her who killed Dewey, it was her who killed Liv, it was her who attacked me. But why? A movie? Stupid me. Stupid Amber. Sobs continue to rack through my body. People are running into her house.

Someone is pulling me back. Probably Sam. “No, no, no. SAM LET ME GO! NO!” She mutters a watery sorry. “Please Sam. Please,” I finally look at her. “Tara… she’s gone. She did this to herself.” I shake my head. “Stop.” I whisper.

I look back over to Amber who is being put into a body bag. So this is real. Sam and I follow the people who carry amber out and we go to an ambulance waiting for us. They do whatever paramedics do and Sam comes and sits next to me. “Tara, I saw how much you loved her. I’m sorry.” I try to look anywhere but her. “Tara look at me.” I comply staring at her. “You’ll be ok. Maybe not right now, maybe not in a month. But, I’ll be here for you. So will Mindy and I think Chad’s alive so he will too.” I faintly smile. “I loved her Sam. She was my first love. My first kiss. My first time. It’s hard. Is it hard for you too?” She nods grabbing my hand. “I understand that in a sense. How about after this is all over we get out of here? After school of course. We move to New York City or something, does that sound good?” I smile not saying a word. Maybe it will get better. Maybe it won’t.

Oh wow look what I made with my hands!

Someone's thirsty

OMGGGG LOOOKKK

https://x.com/handslore/status/1704598021143404631?s=46&t=OnZ0f24mD0XxPzNjM5Rv8Q

Oh god, I can’t! Her face 🤭

SOBBING.

Potential prompt: Sam gets hurt protecting Tara. Like badly hurt. What would happen?

“Go with grace”

i’m sorry.

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“Sammy. Sammy! ¿Puedes dibujarme una flor?”

(Sammy. Sammy! Can you draw me a flower?)

Sam looked down at the little voice next to her, smiling down at her baby sister. She was working on her art project at the kitchen table, on one of the high stools. At just five years old, she was not quite big enough to reach Sam, so she used her little hands to tug on Sam’s pants for attention.

Reaching down, Sam picked up Tara and situated her on her lap. Her sister curled into her embrace, sighing peacefully. Sam reached for her pack of colored pencils, pulling it closer to Tara.

“Tú eliges los colores. Quieres un lirio o un tulipán?” she murmured, kissing Tara's hair.

(You choose the colors. Do you want a lily or tulip?)

Her sister played with the pencils, running her little hands over each one. Sam knew that Tara liked the sensation and texture of the smooth pencils, and let her sister take her time making a decision. She just held her sister, pressing her cheek into her hair. Tara always smelled like peaches. Sam was addicted.

Finally, Tara picked out a few. Blue, yellow, and purple. She handed the pencils to Sam, leaning back into her big sister, ready to watch. “Quiero un lirio, por favor,”.

(I want a lily, please)

Kissing the back of her head, Sam started to draw.

Tara watched her big sister draw, her eyes big and full of wonder. She rested her head against Sam’s chest, and with one hand on Sam’s drawing hand, gently tracing with her big sister. Art isn’t something that came naturally to Tara. She just loved watching her big sister draw.

It took a while, and once Sam started to feel Tara sag against her, sighing sleepily, she hurried it up.

“Está hecho nena. Mira,” she whispered, shaking Tara a little bit.

(It’s done, baby girl. Look).

Yawning, Tara leaned forward. Sam could practically feel the excitement vibrating from her baby sister.

“Qué bonito. ¿Es para mí?” her sister questioned, marveling at the picture.

(It’s pretty! Is it for me?).

Sam laughed, squeezing Tara affectionately. “Sí, mi hermoso cielo. Todo es para ti,” she whispered.

(Yes my beautiful sky. Everything is for you).

Tara laughed in glee, her little fingers playing with the paper. A purple tulip with blue and yellow highlights, with Sam’s work-in-progress official signature in the bottom right corner.

The two stayed there for a while, enjoying each other's comfort, staring at that picture together.

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As Tara held her big sister’s body against her chest, she saw the tattoo. After having her sister back in her life for a whole year, Tara had never seen that tattoo. Even with the blood staining her big sister’s chest, Tara could still see it peeking out above Sam’s collarbone.

It was the very same tulip that Sam had drawn Tara years ago. The purple flower with yellow and blue highlights. With that same wobbly signature at the bottom right corner. It was a spitting image of that same flower, but on her big sister’s skin.

Sam gasped in her arms, her eyes drifting away. Tara sobbed, holding Sam tight with one arm, the other pressing on the wound that marred her sister’s chest. Her sister looked shocked, blood dripping out of the corner of her mouth. She could feel her big sister’s quick gasps and wheezing against her chest.

Desperately, Tara started talking, trying to get Sam to look at her. “¿El tulipán? Sam, ¿es ese el tulipán? Sam, mírame. Mírame. Háblame del tulipán, Sammy.”

(Is that the tulip? Sam, is that the tulip? Sam, look at me. Look at me. Tell me about the tulip, Sammy).

Sam looked up at her baby sister, her warm eyes unfocused. Despite the blood loss, Sam still looked at Tara with so much wonder and so much love. Her big sister looked so comfortable, so relaxed. It made Tara cry harder, squeezing Sam.

“El tulipán. Te quiero, Tara. I love you so much.” her big sister whispered, the corners of her bloody mouth quivering a bit.

(The tulip. I love you, Tara. I love you so much).

Tara shook her head rapidly. “No. No, Sammy. Look at me. Stay, Sammy, stay!” she pleaded, shaking Sam a bit.

The color blue and the smell of tulips will haunt Tara.

She will always hear echoes of an ambulance too late to save Sam, for the rest of her life. The feeling of her sister’s blood sticking to her skin will stain her hands permanently red.

And that flower will haunt her. But she will still get it tattooed above her collarbone. And Tara will seek danger for the rest of her short life, hoping that a bullet will bring her back to her sister.

She hopes that she goes with the same grace her big sister once did, a death softened by the blow of love. Tranquility knowing that the person they love will stay with them while they pass.

Grace.

shauna: about that love letter you sent me...

jackie, nervously: what about it?

shauna: the fourth sentence-

jackie: yeah that's where it gets pretty emotional and-

shauna: you forgot a comma.

what if i told you i cried watching this? the most beautiful and heartfelt hug I’ve even seen? such a delicate moment between them and the way Karlie rubs her back? never recovering from this.

Some insane, narratively-significant details in the first episode of Yellowjackets, from the set designers, costume designers and directors:

- The journal separating Shauna and Jackie:

- Taissa’s wallpaper being a forest, linked to her trauma due to the wolf attack and to her sleepwalking:

- Jackie and Shauna’s jackets and necklaces having very few differences, hinting at how deeply intertwined their lives/identities are:

- Natalie in front of fireplaces, as fire will destroy the cabin right after her coronation and she’ll have the front seat to the fires during the… dinners:

- Natalie already singled out from the team due to very different shoes:

- Natalie’s bullet necklace, as both her past and future are linked to firearms:

- The Shauna antlers, right after putting on the necklace of doom, just as she’s (already) entering an altered state of mind:

- Ben’s right leg being already cut off:

- The colors of their tamagotchis, which are Jackie’s color panel for college:

- The enormous amount of Jackie symbolism:

• Poppies surrounding a picture of Jackie and Shauna in Jackie’s room, as the wallpaper of Shauna’s teen room though she was trying to cover it, on Shauna and Jeff’s wedding cake

• The pattern of Jackie’s dress as a painting in Shauna’s house (on the far right):

• Shauna going from wearing a heart necklace without a gold chain before the plane, to a heart necklace with a gold chain, to a gold chain without a heart:

taissa yellowjackets has everything <3 she’s getting divorced <3 she’s a deadbeat dad <3 she eats dirt <3 her subconscious takes control of her body for unspecified amounts of time <3 she’s a state senator <3 she tries to kill her girlfriends <3 her only real friend is a murderous housewife who’s great at dismembering bodies and who has eaten at least one human ear <3 she practiced land use law <3 she’s haunted and haunting at the same time <3 AND she’s a lesbian <3