"The options I’m considering rn are journalist, something wild life related, or maybe an influencer just for the lolz"
Both? Both. Both is good.
So like some kind of wild life rescue officer who occasionally posts the wolves she rescues on her vlogs?
I love it! So much!! We'll go with that.
I looked it up and apparently there's a wolf preserve in New Jersey called Lakota so I guess married Wednesday and Enid live in Warren County now.
Btw have ya'll seen the video of that fox giggling while she stole the phone of the rescuer recording them? Adorable.
“i don’t dress for women” WHAT IS THIS THEN? WHAT THE FUCK TAY
She's so fun to draw
a person online: i hate it when adults act like childish little freaks in public, smh. you’re an adult, you should be able to order your own food without help. get over yourself. also, why are some people, like, waaaaaaay too into the stuff that they like? omg, and the people who CLEARLY can’t even have one (1) normal conversation without acting Weird??? it’s embarrassing, u guys are embarrassing, get help
the same person five seconds later: we gotta remember to love and support the autistic community u guys <3
An old time travel AU I never finished
Lil drawing ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
Also i saw barbie today and i think it might be my new personality 😭
“Wash”
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“Lean your head back baby girl. Good girl. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you,”.
Tara whimpered, holding her abdomen. It was the first time she was getting her hair washed since she left the hospital. She was tempted to shave her head, but Sam refused to let her do that. Instead, her sister set up a spot at the kitchen sink to wash Tara’s hair.
She wasn’t ready to look in the mirror. Tara was afraid that she would see the scarred monster that she saw on the inside, reflecting on the outside. She hadn’t taken a look at herself since she got home. She refused to acknowledge that she was still alive.
Surprisingly, her big sister was okay with that. Sam had even gone so far as to tape bed sheets over the mirrors and disable the camera on Tara’s phone. It was strange having someone so willing to take care of her, faults and all.
Sam undid the braids that kept Tara’s greasy hair together, kissing her forehead each time she undid a braid. Tears slid down Tara’s face unwillingly, and Sam just kissed them away as well.
For someone who had brutally assaulted a man, her sister was so gentle and sweet with Tara. She had cushioned a chair for Tara and draped the softest towels she could find across her sister’s chest. Sam even used the same lavender shampoo that she used on her hair for Tara.
Tara leaned her head against the sink, trying to control her breathing. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable since Sam had rescued her in the hospital. It wasn’t in Tara’s nature to let her walls down and ask for help like this. But she needed Sam. She craved Sam. She prayed that Sam wouldn’t leave again after the Woodsboro bloodbath. It would be in her sister’s nature to leave, and Tara couldn’t blame her. Tara was a liability.
But after the hospital visits and police reports- Sam stayed. She had her fingers in Tara’s hair, whispering sweet nothings to her. She kissed Tara’s forehead when she whimpered in pain. And she made sure to gently wash the soap off of Tara’s forehead before it reached her eyes.
It wasn’t like anything Tara was used to. It had been years since she had felt this safe and loved. Amber tried, she did, but she wasn’t willing to love Tara as Sam did. Unconditionally.
Tara didn’t want to take this moment for granted. She knew her hair was stringy and greasy, but Sam was all in to help her. Her big sister didn’t shy away. It was almost as if she wanted to stay.
And if Sam wanted to, Tara would let her.
She took a deep breath, ready to bare her soul. This was the pivotal moment of testing whether or not Sam would stay.
“I love you, Sam,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. If their love died young, at the age of thirteen, Tara couldn’t bear to witness the fallout. She couldn’t witness her sister leaving again. It would tear her apart.
A beat passed. Water dripped out of the faucet, plinking against the metallic sink. Tara could feel herself shivering in desperation, waiting for three words that may never come.
But they did.
Her sister leaned down, kissing Tara on the forehead gently. Her voice wobbled with tears, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Sam’s response.
“I love you too Tara. More than you’ll ever know,”.
Which was more culturally significant... the renaissance or Taylor singing Dress? 🔥💜
Okay so I’ve been thinking about this for a while. That fact that Sam and Tara are so different in hight, heath, and size. Like yes I know they don’t share a father but still it’s a dramatic difference. So what if there was a reason for that?
What if when Sam was born she was a bit off. Maybe she didn’t cry right away. The doctors take the child and rush her away to save her life. Mr. Carpenter was stricken with fear. His first born about to die. He had never felt so weak so helpless. He couldn’t bare to be near the child after that. So afraid it was going to die at any second. Completely choosing to ignore the fact that she was a heathy girl.
Then his worst fear hits. Christina says she’s pregnant again. He won’t let the same thing happen to his second child. So he pumps Christina full of medication. He’s read some articles on the internet swearing by these fake medical concoctions.
Only it makes everything worse. The medicine causes the baby to be born prematurely. The doctors say she’s got weak lungs and might not make it through the night.
This is all his fault.
No
He looks down at his oldest. Who’s wide eyed and standing on her tippy toes to see through the glass to get a glimpse of her baby sister. She then looks up at her father.
That’s when he sees it. The glint of evil in her eyes. This is her fault. If she had just cried like a normal child then he wouldn’t be saddled with a defective one.
His oldest then asks if the baby’s gonna be alright. He mumbles under his breath “she might have been if it wasn’t for you” thinking his daughter didn’t hear him he fixed his face and loudly told her “they don’t know but I’m sure it will be alright.”
But Sam did hear him. And that sentence haunts her mind to this day.
i know it's the angle but the scream 5 pictures make tara seem so more of a baby. and smaller. and babiest. which is funny bc the first one was shot in sept-october 2020 so jenna was 17 going on 18 (just like tara) so she's literally the same age as her character. but she seems more schmol.
just a baby 🫶