#clarissa suzanne sfth

[svnnyd4ys]

sfth character tweets bc i'm celebrating!!

[you-know-cchio]

love how sam was just doing whatever the fuck he wanted on that stage. the man contributed maybe three plot points to the overall storyline and spent the rest of the longform being drunk, antagonizing aj, and showing off his knowledge of power tools through stagecraft.

[justarandombrit]

I'm normal about Shoot From The Hip (lying)

[drownedscribe]

"But you still choose him. Okay." 😭😭 why can't we get happy sapphics for once?

[solo-walker]

Mark. I have so many thoughts about Mark. A boy growing up with an alcoholic for a father (he still hasn't stopped. Perhaps he can't, thinks Mark. Or won't). He turns to the local priest, seeking solace, but finds more jibes. More ridicule. More reminders of the fateful day when he failed to stop his father from getting behind the steering wheel. It's his fault, isn't it? Who cares if he was seven, he was already holding the tattered household together, he should've been more forceful, should've scolded and fought and gently guided his reeling father back inside should've done more but he didn't. He couldn't. He failed them and all he had to show for it was a coffin and his father's racous voice calling his name and a scar he swore he'd never let anybody touch because he'd be damned if he let anybody ignore him the way his father had when he'd spoken up, asking him, pleading him, to get out of the car. He'd be damned if he ever let anybody make him feel that powerless and small ever again.

Mark is such a great character and such a great example of how one's childhood affects one's behaviour as an adult. I love how you can see the traces and effects of the incidents of his childhood and his upbringing in his behaviour in the play. I love how you can see him try to deal with his problems but in all the wrong ways. Because he needs to hear an apology. He just needs his father to own up and say “i'm sorry”, to say, “it wasn't your fault, it was mine”.

But he ends up seeking this sense of closure through Clarissa.

[instantpansies]

cannot BELIEVE clarissa suzanne fumbled a dyke so hard. couldn't be me.

[artstantpansies]

clarissa suzanne/mark/amanda designs i frantically did yesterday :3 featuring kinda gelphie coded clamanda

[scottokat]

Clarissa Suzanne Jenkins sketch :P

[luciferrswolves]

I got bored

[pulchrasilva]

amanda-centric fic about her exploring polyamory with clarissa titled after the line about clarissa suzanne being blessed with two names but only one heart

[svnnyd4ys]

if you were to ask Clarissa about her first love, she'd probably misinterpret what you mean.

she'd say, "oh, you know Amanda? yeah, i've known her for how long?! that's my best friend. she showed me what it's like to have somebody love you."

and Amanda knows she doesn't mean it that way. she knows. but her heart still jumps a hopeful beat just in case that this time, she loves her in the same sick way.

[svnnyd4ys]

[svnnyd4ys]

ohhh amanda and clarissa you make me illllllll

[svnnyd4ys]

if Amanda & Clarissa are 'Good Luck, Babe!' then Mark & Clarissa are 'Picture You'

[solo-walker]

Since the nutcracker theory by @instantpansies keeps me up at night, and the popular theory that the Silver Line is a sort of perceived 'safe haven' for children looking to escape their realities...

I've been wondering.

I've been wondering how easy it would have been for a young Mark to unknowingly slip into the Silver Line's clutches. How he could have found himself on the platform after that fateful accident, boarding the train as though automated. How he could have blissfully felt the memories grow fuzzy at the edges, every taunt, every shout, and the sound of the awful crash muffled. It would be nice to stay here, wouldn't it?

I've been wondering how easy it would have been for a young Mark to meet a certain girl on that train. She asks him his name. He cannot remember. Neither can she. How long has it been? It's hard to say. She looks scared. She tells him to leave while he still can. He wonders why he would want to do such a thing. He sits down. Buys a ticket.

I've been wondering how Mark may have felt the train carriages collapsing, the world dissolving as a portal seemed to make the tunnel collapse in on itself. I've been wondering if he found himself on a pavement somewhere, struggling to remember his own address. Had he fallen asleep there? He walks home. His father hasn't noticed he was gone. How long has it been?

And I wonder if many years later, he looked across at a group of girls and saw a certain face. A certain pair of eyes that looked back at him, widening slightly. He does not know why he walks over, introduces himself. And he does not why she looks at him with such wonder as he says his name. There's nothing surprising about being able to recall one's own name, is there? Mark brushes the matter aside.

How long has it been?

[solo-walker]

Eventually, of course, Anthony realises he just doesn't have the means to adopt the sheer number of kids who'd been freed from the Silver Line. And it gets increasingly harder to explain the sudden influx of children (all in the garb of various periods of history) in a home previously occupied by only three people.

Clarissa too gets adopted. And as much as Anthony, Jennifer and Benjamin hate to see her go, it has to be done. Clarissa feels... mixed. She will forever be indebted to the family who pulled her out of the vortex of her own nightmare, and oh she will miss them terribly, but it's hard to move on from the gaping and now silent hole in Benjamin's wall. It's hard to ignore how Benjamin sometimes struggles to remember his own name and it's hard to not instinctively check for her own worn out ticket, bought ages ago when time still had meaning.

She gets the fresh start she wanted, somewhere far away overseas, with a home in New Jersey and a mother with a kind smile who marks this chapter of her life by letting her pick out a new name. Clarissa Suzanne has a nice ring to it, she thinks. She stays in touch with Benjamin of course, he's the only one who understands. In fact, despite the distance, he grows to be one of her closest friends.

That's only because the title of 'best friend' is taken by Amanda. Dear, supportive Amanda, always ready for a game of hide-and-seek, always ready to listen and offer advice, always ready to go along with whatever scheme Clarissa came up with. When Clarissa seeks her help in winning Mark back, Amanda agrees despite her splintering heart. She says nothing. But then again, she'd always been good at hiding.

Benjamin had heard loads about Amanda over the years, and had waited eagerly for the day he'd get to meet Clarissa's best friend. When he arrives with his parents to attend the proper wedding of Clarissa and Mark, he expects to be introduced to a bustling and cheery young woman. He certainly doesn't expect to spend the latter half of the evening comforting a bereft Amanda as she sobs into her hands. She begs him not to tell Clarissa anything. He doesn't know what he could possibly say.