Instinctive Reaction

Reputation TV theory

the social media blackout. taylor did this to prepare for reputation, signalling the start of her revenge.

yet i don’t feel like taylor would be able to cope letting all of her old posts go. i feel she set them all to private. i personally think that for the release of reputation tv, she will set all her old posts to public again, reclaiming her reputation.

TW: BLOOD

"The price of investigation"

An old time travel AU I never finished

Jenna Ortega Cinematic Universe

Tara Carpenter: Nice parenting job by the way. Shovel Talk Tara Argh Carpenter

Wednesday Addams: It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name. guts

Ellie Alves: Everybody wants to fuck the fifteen-year-old!

Vada Cavell: Yeah...my porn addiction.

Lorraine Day: When did you become such a prude?

Phoebe Atwell: I just want to fucking scream.

Camila Montes: If she were into girls, I'd try to hit that too!

Katie Torres: We told them that there would be a casting director here for a new sexy, romantic reality show. That's you, Mom.

Wednesday: Are you going to help me bury the body or are you too pretty?

Enid, sarcastically: I’m too pretty.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Of course, I apologise. Stupid question.

[LATER]

Wednesday, whispering to Thing in the grave: Obviously she’s too pretty. I am a fool. If father hears about this he is going to disown me.

Thing: I-DON’T-THINK-SHE-WAS-BEING-SERIOUS.

Wednesday: Screw the corpse, this grave is mine. Bury me alive and put me out of my misery.

Her voiceeee

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:

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.

This is so cute! And people are genuinely convinced that drag queens are evil :(

nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."

i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.

so yeah. pride is for you. pride is for all of us.