taissa turner (18, quietly intense)

moved to taiate

[tai-ate]

temp pinned. right now this sideblog is just a tiny space for me to test out writing taissa. seasons one and two canon compliant and then who knows. main blog here.

[quistley]

tai moved to @taiate btw

[tai-ate]

@doomcomes: DO YOU THINK I'M EMBARRASSING?

taissa can guess the reason shauna's asking. it's not like she's close friends with the other girl, but they are teammates, and whenever shauna and jackie are fighting, everyone can feel it. there's something in the air. it's in the way they play, too -- practice was a mess today; as if their lack of coordination had infected the rest of the girls.

what she doesn't know is why shauna's asking her. taissa's never been good at reassuring, at saying what other people wanted to say. if shauna wanted kindness, or a shoulder to cry on, she should have gone to van or lottie. (and if she wanted to get so fucked up she'd forget about the fight, natalie.)

"uh, no." taissa crosses her arms, shifts her weight. wishes she had something better to say, or more time to think about it. "no, you're cool. did..." she knows the answer to this; more than that, she knows that she doesn't really want to ask. she doesn't want to get involved in high school girl drama, least of all the messy, destructive kind that shauna and jackie tend to bring with them. "did someone say something?"

[tai-ate]

having the tai/simone/sammy "resolution" happen basically entirely off screen is the worst and most cowardly thing yj has done. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 29 

you wanna live your miserable fucking life, go right ahead.

i feel like something bad is going to happen to me.

look at us. we’re still breathing.

i know the difference between someone who cares about me and someone who doesn’t.

i bet you still think you’re the victim, don’t you?

i missed you. we fit.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

i fucking love that. i love when you stoop to my level. 

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

we could’ve had a good life together. real fucking good life. but you didn’t want it.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

we always do this.

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

you’ve got a pretty good track record of being insane.

if it was a good morning, i wouldn’t be here.

i’m not hiding. i’m avoiding.

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

you’re kind of brutal with other girls.

i’m not gonna lie, i am enjoying your panic right now.

i guess it’s my fault. i always come when you call.

i’m guessing you’re the one who’s always biting your tongue to keep the peace.

you think i don’t know what’s going on when i go weeks without hearing from you?

i want you to tell me why you look so fucking scared.

i’m not, like, turned on by drama.

i have way less complicated booty calls i could make.

i’m tired of being angry at you.

you can’t expect other people to take your relationships seriously if you don’t.

you don’t care about me. you just don’t know how to be alone.

we both want to keep seeing each other. it’s stupid to act like we’re not gonna do it again.

it’s like a sick cycle.

we’re not even nice to each other half the time.

you stay here so much there’s a drool stain on my couch.

you’ve been staring at photos of her for an hour.

do you think i’m broken inside?

you’re only nice if there’s a reason for it.

i’m not a fucking idiot. i know everyone thinks i am, but i’m not.

so hard to watch you self-sabotage. makes it impossible to stay mad at you.

please. get off your high horse. 

you keep making impulsive decisions and making everything worse. 

this is crazy. we’re saying crazy things to each other. we love each other. 

have you not noticed how much i like you?

some day, someone’s gonna get so far stuck under your skin, they’re gonna rot there.

i still love you just as much as i always have.

i’m not ready for this to be the end of my story.

oh, i never murder on the first date.

you have a lot of shit to figure out before you’re dateable. 

look at you. you just need me to make you feel better.

it’s hard to enjoy sex when i’m angry with you.

you’re literally incapable of being alone. 

i didn’t think i could hate you any more than i already did.

do you think i’m embarrassing?

sometimes i don’t know what version of you i’m going to get. 

i’m honestly not someone who gets very excited about things.

you’re not gonna go there and turn some light on. it’s pitch black.

i was in the middle of a self crisis, but you loved me.

i'm trying to remember who i was before i met you.

you can figure out who you are and we don’t have to break up because of it. 

you walk like someone who grew up being free.

i feel like i need to be away from you.

you’re not really here. you’re, like, gone.

do you feel like you have someone looking out for you?

you’re the only person that i don’t want to leave.

if you go, it’ll be so painful for everyone.

i don’t know who i am. i don’t know what i want the rest of my life to look like.

i’m really… not a person.

thank you for being a great first love.

i’m sorry i was a coward. i really hope you can remember me as more than that.

i’m not gonna comfort you right now. i’m not gonna comfort you about the most painful thing i’ve ever experienced.

i can’t force you to want to be with me. right? you’re free. you can do whatever you want.

i’m sorry i’m not, like, upset enough about you.

i’m an avoidant asshole, i don’t know.

you’re, like, fucking broken inside. 

you said you loved me.

what you’re asking of me is not realistic.

you make everyone sad.

you get lukewarm pep talks when i’m unprepared. 

i don’t need anyone to tell me i’m a piece of shit.

how hard is it that you can’t be a dick to me right now?

you tell me you killed somebody, i’m out looking for a shovel.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 30

there wasn’t any part of this that was mine.

were you a monster back then, or did you become one later?

how the fuck would you know if i’ll be fine?

you smell like a middle aged man.

you bring home trash, you get dirty.

we have to be nice to each other this time.

pictures are for things that are gone.

i don’t need a fucking reminder of what’s at stake. 

if this is the end, then i want it to end with you.

we’ll be different, but we’ll still be us.

you have an interesting energy.

i’m too high to be having this conversation right now.

i’ve never been confused about the fact that i’m a piece of shit.

i think about you all the time. i don’t really know what to do with it.

you are fucking rough on yourself.

i love you. but sometimes i really hate you.

i’m doing everything right, it’s everything around me that’s all fucked up.

you’re calculating, but you’re naive. 

it’s hard, you know? loving someone but hating them too.

i get plenty of fun all the time. it’s all that other relationship stuff i’m not into.

she is an evil, petty bitch and i fucking love her.

are you trying to avoid fucking me?

confidence will kill you if you’re walking blind. 

i kind of like that you’re not perfect.

just because we have sex doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. 

stay out of trouble. even dipshits need a holiday.

you saw something today, didn’t you? something that scared you.

great, you’re yelling at me again.

maybe i do overthink things.

it’s just fuckup after fuckup with you.

why are you being weird and thoughtful?

i like you, but you’re scary though.

i’ve seen your bedside manner.

it matters. you matter. 

you always think everyone’s in love with you.

i’ve never known you to give up on anything. except maybe me.

don’t worry about me, i don’t like it.

you’re already enough of an asshole without the sarcasm.

come on and hit me, you piece of shit.

you got to know what to be afraid of, when to be afraid of it, and you gotta know the difference. 

you sound like me. i don’t like it.

i don’t want ‘easier.’

being a woman is a prison.

i’m not okay, but i think you like me like this.

punchy’s my new baseline. 

i’m digging my own grave. let me.

we’re friends because i’m fun and you’re boring.

i’m deadweight, and that’s bad news for a girl with wings. 

i cannot exist with this secret anymore.

you’re not a bad person, you’re just not very good at being a mom.

unfortunately, my mother’s gonna live forever.

you aren’t the only family tragedy in this town.

some beautiful’s nice to look at. but some beautiful makes you feel like you’re flying.

i’m not stupid. i just don’t like answering stupid questions.

this job will fuck you up if you let it.

you’re terrifying for all kinds of reasons.

i’m only weird when i’m with you.

can we maybe talk about this when i’m in less pain?

tell me that it’s not because of me.

i got me into this mess.

i had this exciting thing to focus on, now i just have myself.

i’m just so tired of being shocked by people i care about. 

i have to be me. it has to be done with authenticity. 

family’s a fucked up thing.

i don't wanna be your fucking friend. i want you.

this isn’t gonna work. not as long as you’re you and i’m me.

sometimes running away is the best thing you can do. sometimes it's not.

all heck is breaking loose around here.

i’m probably the worst person you know.

if that wasn’t rock bottom, i’m gonna be so pissed.

maybe i just don’t have any of the happy chemicals in my brain anymore.

they say that they don’t blame me for what happened but they look at me differently.

i just wish people would stop suffocating me about it.

are you worried about losing me, or are you scared of me?

i’m just so tired of being shocked by people i care about.

i’m just tired of tiptoeing around everyone else’s feelings all the time.

you still got me.

sorry, i got a monster headache for brains today.

yeah, caring. it’s a real problem.

yesterday, it wasn’t my best day. it was a bad day.

you get what you wanted? 

you’re too hot to be alone on valentine’s day.

i thought i’d never see people again, and look at me now.

tomorrow’s problems are for tomorrow.

you are where you do not belong.

i’ve been known to sing from time to time, when i got enough drink in me.

they’re all dead. my family’s dead.

we were just trying to see if you were good people.

you think i’m messed up?

you’re weak, pathetic, and there’s no room for you here.

this place isn’t real. 

you live with it by staying who you are, by not letting the bad things change you.

we all set out with the best intentions, but that doesn’t change what happened.

there’s a new enemy out there.

it does not matter that you’re sorry. it doesn’t matter.

it’s better to be with someone who loves you a little more than you love them.

the roads leading there are broken and dangerous.

how have you known me this long and you still have no game?

you seem to hate yourself so much.

i had a whole life. i remember. 

assholes get shit done.

i’m never gonna hate you.

you need to stop having conversations you shouldn’t be having.

what do you see when you dream, anyway?

we go through shit to get through shit.

i thought a lot about the last time we talked. and i was so pissed.

why do you always do this— take care of everyone but yourself?

so you’re saying i’m reckless?

if you can’t handle me, you can leave.

i think this is just what’s best for everyone. 

[sentientsnakeskin]

i just know van and tai were so mad in the wilderness when everyone started girlkissing like oh so we’ve been linking pinky fingers under the table at team dinners for months and NOW you guys are all gay? I see how it is all of you are posers

[sino-ka]

How could you ever forget the first time they said I love you?