It’s, sadly, been nearly six months since Tara Knowles joined the illustrious list of Women in Refrigerators. Sadly, she’s in good company. Sadly, her funeral will like be planned by her mother-in-law, the woman who murdered her, and her children won’t remember her. As we Tara fans know, she is the subject of great vitriol online. A vocal number of Sons of Anarchy fans hate Tara. On the other hand, those of us who love her, love her pretty fiercely.
So, with that in mind, let’s give Tara the appreciation she deserves! It’ll be as if we’re having a week long wake for Tara.
Each day will feature a different theme. I’ll announce them/list them by the end of the week. You can do whatever you want on that day - gifs, graphics, fic, meta, fanmixes. Anything goes as long as you’re showing your appreciation for Tara!
23 June - 30 June 2014
That’s Tara’s week. It’s only a month away, so I could use your help to spread the word. If you want to make a graphic or something to submit, that’s great too. I’ll go ahead and contribute something each day, but we need as many of us as possible participating. I know there are a lot of us Tara fans out there, so let’s show her more love than Sutter did!
For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind.
But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.
So I was at my office BBQ today—something I wasn’t in the
mood for—and I’m sitting by a couple who, in every other aspect of my acquaintance
with them, have been completely awesome. Now, everyone who knows me knows I LOVE
The Walking Dead. This couple is no exception. They watch too. We’re talking about
the graphic novels—they haven’t read them—so I’m telling them that there are
things that are the same and some that are different.
Then out of the blue, the husband says, “Ya know, Rick and
Michonne are one strange couple.”
Wtf did you just say? I’m eating crabs, but in my mind I’m
trying hard not to stab him with a claw!
Instead of violence I say, “You crazy. It was written in the stars since season 3, since she walked up to that gate.”
The husband was like, “Naw, it’s forced. I don’t see it. They’re more like friends.”
(Yeah…this looks totally forced)
I’m like, damn. This dude is not giving me page 2 from the, Why Rick and Michonne Aren’t Right for Each Other handbook. I mean seriously? Is Karen gonna have to slap a bitch?
Then he says, “I see her more with Daryl.”
Still trying to gather my senses, I say, “Why?”
“Well, they both have similar weapons, ya know?”
The fuck? Cause their weapons are similar???? And in what world is a katana and a crossbow similar? I guess they are more alike than a gun and a sword, but again I say, WTF?
Then the wife chimes in with, “I really liked Jessie.”
ARE YOU FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME?
Now I begin to think I’m being punked and Ashton Kutcher is gonna pop into the room with his stupid trucker hat. Please, please, let me be getting punked.
I make eye-contact with the one person I work with who has sense when it comes to TWD. She just quit to go to school full-time and let me tell you, I shed a tear that day. She’s the ONLY one I can talk to about this show we both love.Well, I make eye-contact with her and she’s giving me the ‘are they kidding’ look.
I shake my head in return because I don’t know what the fuck is happening.
And then the wife says something that completely changes everything.
“Babe, we have watch the season finale again. I forgot what happened.”
Excuse me? You forgot?
Then he goes, “Yeah, I think someone died, right?”
They both look at me for confirmation. I sit in stunned silence for a few seconds. It’s sinking in why I shouldn’t be angry with these people, who are otherwise awesome.
They are extremely casual viewers. If they don’t remember what happened on the season finale, especially THIS season finale, they are certainly not going to see the chemistry that’s been brewing between Rick and Michonne from the moment they met.
So I simply say, “Yes, Negan kills someone.” and continue to eat my crabs.
I’ve been meaning to make this PSA for a while now, but I’ve really struggled coming up with a polite way to phrase it. I’m also worried it’s going to make me sound like a hypocrite since I am part of the group that this post is aimed at.