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NAME: Lilly Chadwick-Chambler. NAMES OF PARENTS: Rikki Chadwick ( @justliikefire ) && Tara Chambler. ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius LIKES: Fire, water, bathtime. DISLIKES: The cold, loud noises. DESCRIPTION: She gets the color of her hair from Tara, and the texture from Rikki. She gets her eyes from Rikki. ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE TO ADD HERE: N/A.
he’d finally managed to find a somewhat secluded corner and slumped down against the wall cross-legged in defeat. he was used to tracking in the damn woods, the Georgia outback - there was no way he was going to find a damn person in this dumbass place. he grumbled unintelligible insults under his breath, stabbing and twisting a knife against the ground in frustration until a shadow cast over his form. he squinted up at the new company; his eyes narrowing into what he had intended as a threatening glare. “the hell d’ya want?”
the bustle of the city just - wasn’t for tara. big, loud crowds made her antsy these days, && for good reason, too. with so many people in a place that seemed to get smaller && smaller everyday, it was getting harder && harder to find some peace and quiet. but she eventually found a spot. a nice, cozy spot that wasn’t too silent, && wasn’t too loud. the dismay tara felt when she saw another person sitting in her spot was strong - but that feeling was quickly washed away with shock, disbelief - happiness when she saw that the person was daryl. ❝ yeesh - it’s good to see you too, daryl. ❞ a wide smile fell comfortably onto tara’s lips.
(This didn’t really turn out like I planned, but here it is 🙈✭ Watch in HD:)
Tara & Denise Song: Brave by Riley Pearce
mood board: tara chambler
❝ all i know is e v e r y o n e better stay away from my CHIPS. haven’t s e e n this kind in YEARS… ❞
❝ - i know what you mean. you should see all the snacks i’m hording. ❞
❛ Maybe there are better places for you to go than just nowhere. ❜
meme - @trcnsformative
❝ i.. don’t know about that. ❞
rositara
“What did you say happened again?” Connor was medically trained, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to be helping someone with injury or illness. He helped said individual into a seated position and began trying to examine the wound “You’re going to have to work with me or I can’t help you.”
Tara sighed. She glanced at her injury, skimming her fingers lightly over it ( to feel the extent of the damage she brought upon herself ) before wincing in pain. ❝I, uh.. twisted my leg - fell... then hurt my knee.❞
i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you
Denise Cloyd in every episode - Not Tomorrow Yet
I’ll say it when you come back.
“You want half a sandwich? I think I already ate too much.”
❝..Uh. I don’t usually take food from strangers - but.. sure.❞
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meme - accepting, 36. comforting hug, @palmcfmyhand
Tara has been through a lot. Her entire family was ripped away from her by the hands of one man, indirectly for the most part.. but nonetheless. “Brian” earned their trust, showed his compassion, his yearn to help them. But that wasn’t… real. He was power hungry, he was a liar, he was violent, he was evil. Her dad was already dying, and she knew she would lose him soon enough, but Lily? Meghan? No.. no.. Not in a thousand years could she imagine losing them. Lily was a good person, Meghan was just a child. They didn’t deserve that fate. Some days, Tara wished she had just popped a bullet in that shithead’s face. ( even though she knew she wouldn’t have had the guts to pull the trigger back then. ) Would’ve saved them a lot of suffering. Maybe. Or maybe, eventually everything would’ve fallen apart anyways. Were they destined for the Governor to come into their lives and lead them to their destruction? Could they have changed that if they turned him away at the door? Who knows. With a tired sigh and a small shake of the head, Tara lifted her gaze from the floor, glancing over at the only other person residing in the living room at this time. They say that victims can recognize other victims.. Was it the look of lost hope in their eyes? The teeth nervously tugging at the lips? The shaky finger? Or was there just… an aura to the other? Tara’s sight still had a slight blur to it from sleeping in so late, she had to blink a couple times to even register the woman. She rolled her shoulders back and stood up, taking a split second to rethink her choices ( I.E not to bother the other.. eh. Sometimes you should bother people at least that was Tara’s line of thinking. ) but she proceeded to walk over to the other anyways. She wrapped her arms snuggly around the other, placing a comforting hand on the back of her head. She contemplated saying something, anything, but no words came out. Tara just stood there, peacefully quiet, simply hugging the girl.
Poet, huh. Maybe if this music thing, didn’t work out. He could try his hand at that, but let’s face. If he was having a hard time coming up with a song now, he’d most likely have a hard time coming up with a poem. However, it might be easier, yet this was his dream and it had always been his dream since he was eight years old and he wasn’t going to back down on it, any time soon. He sighs, a little, before running his fingers through his shaggy hair, his cobalt hues landing upon the woman, shaking his head a little. ❝No, I’m a singer and song writer, yet with a horrible case of writers block, but thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.❞
Tara was always a little jealous of people who possessed a literary talent, even more so when they who could sing their words. I mean, it wasn’t like she couldn’t be creative, it just didn’t come easy to her. Never did. ( Although, she was a great smooth talker. Guess it translated better verbally than on paper. ) Her sister and niece were always better at that stuff than she was, it was always enjoyable to read her niece’s projects, her sister’s reports... ❝Dude, that’s awesome - I mean not the part about the writers block, but nice. How long have you been doing this stuff ??❞
“Yeah that all sounds like a load of nonsense to me.”
❝It’s NOT. I’ve seen it firsthand.❞
“You poor unstylish human.”
❝Hey - at least it’s comfortable.❞
