#so happy yellowjackets exist

[yantao-enthusiast]

pleaaaase stop tagging wlw ships that are background on the mlm fics !!!!! the majority of that wlw ship tag is clogged up with mlm with just a dash of wlw when all the people want is them to be the stars PLEEASSSEEEEEE

[yellowjacketsource]

Jackie & Shauna (Yellowjackets, S01E10) "End of Beginning" by Djo

[puppmeo]

Im just a jacket lover in a capitalist world

[soapylvrs]

how soon is now?

natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

act I. chapter [002]

warnings: none i don’t think?

APRIL 1995,

Heavy pants left your lips as you jogged off the pitch, mind set on having some water and nothing else. A soccer match against St John's Highschool was quickly approaching, and Jackie Taylor was ensuring the Yellowjackets would be ready to 'kick ass'.

Basically, the next few training sessions would be absolute hell.

Grabbing your water bottle, you relished in the feeling of the cool liquid flooding your dry mouth with relief. Jackie had permitted the team from water breaks this session, aiming to train the girls to build up their strength to be able to play a match without stopping. She called it 'endurance training' or some shit. You thought it was absolute bull. You turned your head to see Lottie panting just as hard, scowling at the back of Jackie's head. Apparently Lottie thought it was absolute bull too. You laughed, nudging who you considered to be your closest friend, "come on, it wasn't that bad," you grinned, running a hand through your sweaty hair as the two of you began your walk to the changing room. "It was worse! That girl is pure evil, I need my water breaks," Lottie huffed, cheeks flushed and dark hair plastered against her glistening forehead.

You laughed again, the sound loud and happy, you really did love your soccer team. Especially Lottie. Lottie who just managed to understand you. Lottie who never asked any questions, just made sure her comforting presence was always known, and a spare bedroom in her house was always welcome.

You liked the rest of your team too. Shauna was probably another favourite. She was sarcastic and intelligent, and the two of you had fun together. Whenever you slept over at Shauna's house you would both spent hours prank calling people, your favourite victim being Randy Walsh. However, your sleepovers were not very regular, as the majority of the time Shauna was busy with Jackie, answering her every beck and call- in particular, every time Jackie and her annoying boyfriend Jeff broke up (however it 'never lasted long enough to count')

Not long later, you exited the girls' changing room alone in a pair of old joggers and your Yellowjackets hoodie. You had stayed a little later than most of the other girls so that you could hit the shower. And to prolong your time before having to go home, of course. Lottie had offered to take you to her house to stay the night, but you, not wanting to interfere with a night she knew Lottie's father would be celebrating his birthday, did not want to overstep; piloting decline your best friends invitation and ensuring her you’d be okay.

The sky was beginning to fade from blue to a dark grey, the sun retiring its post and making way for the pearly skin of the white moon that illuminated the school parking lot. You had taken your mum’s car to school today, downright refusing to walk home after what you knew would be a hardcore soccer practice with no water breaks. Your mum Edith, too drunk to truly comprehend what her child was saying, had given up the car without too much of a fight, muttering under her breath something about you being a "lazy little shit" as she flopped down on the couch with a beer at seven in the morning.

Locating your beat up and rusted truck in the parking lot, you climbed in and shut the door, throwing your gym back onto the passenger's seat with an elongated huff. You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was climb into bed and never wake up. Taking a moment to yourself, you rested your elbows on the steering wheel, chin finding respite in your palms as you took in a breath and simply existed for a few minutes. No expectations. No complicated high school crap. No Edith. Just as you were about to start up the truck and face your mother, you noticed her walking across the carpark with her signature swagger.

Natalie.

The two of you hadn't spoken since your incident the other night—not that you ever really spoke anyway. You weren't friends. Just teammates. And yet, as you watched Natalie search for someone in the parking lot (likely her friend Kevin, who picked her up most nights) and end up unsuccessful, you felt a pang of something in your chest.

It wouldn't be right to just leave her there, would it? It's was only getting darker, and colder. You wasn't too keen on Natalie, but your empathy would always get the best of you. Besides, Natalie wasn't that bad. The rumours that flowed through the school hallways did little to warp your opinion of the bleach blonde. Natalie was just...very intimidating. But she wasn't a bad person, somehow a part of you knew that.

Swallowing your nerves of being shut down by Natalie again, you beeped your horn, winding down the windows of your truck.

Natalie turned on her heel, searching for the source of the sound with a slight scowl, eyebrows raising slightly when she saw you.

"Um—do you...want a ride home? It's getting kinda dark," you called out, voice soft and inviting if not a little awkward as you nervously gripped the steering wheel too tight. Natalie hesitated, clearly shocked by the invitation, her face unreadable for a second as she considered the offer. After a few agonising seconds she replied, "Yeah, okay," in that raspy voice of hers, approaching your truck. You, slightly caught off guard by her acceptance, especially due to your last interaction, fumbled to throw your gym bag off the passenger seat and onto the backseat, just in time for Natalie who pulled open the door and slid in casually; closing the door behind her with a slam. Instantly, the scent of cigarettes, cheap perfume and something else so completely Natalie filled the truck.

The two of you sat in silence for a for a few moments, before Natalie spoke. "Fucking Kevin forgot to pick me up, again." Her voice seeped with subtle annoyance as she glanced out the window. You huffed out a quiet laugh as you started up the truck, wincing at the groaning noises it made- it was a very old piece of metal, though you doubted Natalie gave a shit. "That's okay," you said, voice soft, "just tell me where to drop you off."

As you pulled out the lot, you hesitated, "Um—I've got some tapes, in the glove compartment. Pick whatever you want," you said. Natalie raised her brow in interest, reaching her hand into the compartment and pulling out a handful of your cassette tapes. She flicked through them silently, picking one out and putting the rest back where she found them. She put the tape in and the two of you sat waiting, you being curious to see what the casually cool, famous Natalie Scatorccio's music taste was.

Fiona Apple's album Tidal began to play softly through the speakers. You smiled, glancing at Natalie as you continued to drive, "You're a Fiona fan, then?" you asked lightly. Natalie looked at you, nodding after a beat, "Yeah. She's good." she eventually said, voice steady. You nodded in agreement. "I'd kill to see her in concert," you sighed wistfully, hands gripping the wheel as you continued to drive, "okay, so—which way?" you asked as you pulled up to a junction. Natalie was quiet for a moment, as if debating something internally. "Left," she muttered, eyes on your face, gauging her reaction. "Then left again."

You nodded, face remaining neutral. Of course you knew where left, then left again was. The trailer park. If Natalie thought that you were going to judge her for that, she clearly didn't know you at all. You couldn't give a shit if Natalie was from the trailer park.

The rest of the drive was completed in silence, not awkward, but not completely comfortable. A slight tension had settled between the two teens, something neither girl could properly identify as you sat there, side by side. Natalie's gaze remained towards the car window, watching the world go by as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers, which had been painted black a few days prior and were now chipped and peeling. A couple minutes later as the trailer park came into view, you pulled the truck up at the sidewalk, cutting the engine.

It was silent for a few more seconds, before anyone spoke. "Thanks," Natalie muttered, voice slightly tentative, "you didn't have to."

You offered her a friendly smile, "Don't worry about it, Natalie. Any time." you said. Natalie let out a huff of amusement. "You don't need to call me Natalie." she murmured, eyes flickering with someone you couldn't understand, "Nat is fine," she finished, her lips pulling into not quite a smile but definitely not a grimace either. You nodded, "Right, Nat. If you ever need a lift just...let me know."

With a nod and another mumble of thanks, Nat got out the truck. She didn't look back, gym bag slung over her shoulder and that same signature swagger, you watched the blonde pull a cigarette from out of her pocket, just as she round the corner into the trailer park. Then, she was gone.

You blew out a breath you didn't know you were holding. That went surprisingly...well? Considering the last time the two interacted, Nat had practically yelled in your face, you would take this interaction as a definite win. Nat had accepted your offer and you both had actually managed a decent conversation. Plus, she had good music taste—as to be expected. The scent of her lingered, and you found yourself strangely enamoured by it. Then, as if realising where your thoughts were going, you shook your head as if to rid yourself of any thoughts besides getting into bed.

Why did you care so much?

...That isn't something you’re willing to address right now.

Sighing, you pulled away from the sidewalk to begin your journey home. With any luck, Edith would already be passed out on the couch.

Ten minutes later and you were walking into her house. Within five seconds, you heard obnoxiously loud snores coming from the living room. As expected, your mother was out cold. Good. Too tired to bother cooking something (and risking Edith waking up) you quietly trekked to the sanctuary of your bedroom. You just wanted to sleep. You let out a sigh as you kicked off your trainers and changed from your joggers and hoodie into an oversized t-shirt with a picture of The Smiths on it. Then, you collapsed onto your bed, finding comfort in your soft duvet and obnoxiously plump pillows.

You lay there, thinking about the day. About Jackie and her 'endurance training'. About Lottie and how appreciative you were to have a friend like her. About Nat...someone that you struggled to stop thinking about for no apparent reason. You thought about her raspy voice, her pretty bleached hair and the scent of cigarettes that always clung to her. Where the hell was all this coming from? Why was it happening? You groaned out loud, burying your head into your pillow and screwing your eyes shut. No more thinking about her. No more.

As you settled off to sleep, you knew one thing; you definitely wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her. The only question was why?

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[panicloser]

Yellowjackets theory sort of more like an observation adding to an existing theory

Okay so I'm incredibly fixated on yellowjackets at the moment, i haven't had an idea of what to post and have just been basking in the fandom

But I had an idea that links to the idea that Melissa is going to betray Shauna.

Now this doesn't necessarily mean that Melissa's feelings for Shauna are disingenuous, they probably are genuine to some extent since she was willing to risk her life for a kiss but that doesn’t mean we can’t have her do a little backstabbing, I mean this show is iconic for the character’s complicated feelings in relationships. There's a few reasons that I think whether premeditated or not she is gonna betray Shauna. The one most interesting to me is with Shauna & Adams affair in season 1

A relationship that mirrors this one: Shauna seeking this person as a way to feel like she has power over someone or something where in her life she currently feels powerless. The target is obediently giving her exactly what she wants and allowing themself to be strung along by Shauna, making it seem and feel like she's in power. However, they are learning a lot about Shauna but Shauna doesn't know much about them in return. With Adam this results in a perceived betrayal.

When Shauna confronts him, she is of course extremely upset as you would but not only that she's also having a full on trauma response judging by the flashbacks to the wilderness, the reverting back to her teen self and ofc the stab. Now you could argue that she's having this response simply because she feels threatened or hurt and its causing those instincts and coping mechanisms she developed in the wilderness to kick in, definitely. However in her dialogue there's a very specific focus on the betrayal side of it, how she regrets opening up and getting close to this person as shes having flashbacks to the wilderness, how she feels stupid for letting her guard down which you would especially feel if you'd been through this before.

Plus later when she shows Tai & Nat his dead body in between being pretty apathetic she suddenly gets very emotional again when specifically thinking and talking about it, when saying she trusted/thought he loved her and he was going to hurt her/lying to her, despite the fact that she already knows he wasnt the blackmailer at this point. You could say shes lying but we’ve been shown many times that Shauna is a terrible liar. This could point to the fact that she's actually remembering a different time this happened instead. And everything she's saying sounds really personal and could all be things that maybe Melissa did to her.

She's having a personal resonse to the betrayal, at that point in the story there wasn't a relationship in the wilderness she had that mirrored what she had with Adam. Now this season we’re seeing her in an awfully similar situationship

Also this is especially relevant to Shauna this season since she is currently the most closed off she's ever been in the teen timeline so being betrayed would currently trigger her even worse than normal. And something vulnerable about herself has already been revealed to Melissa: the way she’s still holding onto her baby, in general Melissa seems to know a lot about Shauna already and shes getting closer to her. In both Shauna gets to feel a sense of freedom and she gets to feel safe and happy with another person for a bit in a way she hasn't in a while. Both relationships also carry a theme of being able to show the bad parts of themselves/parts of themselves they want to hide around each other, Shauna & Adam were having an affair & doing a lot of reckless activities acting like teens again and Shauna and Melissa are being malicious & trying to get a guy killed...obviously the stuff she was doing with Adam was more mild but you get my point right? Shauna gets to feel in power and free, with Adam it gets pulled out from under her causing a violent emotional reaction from her since she was finally able to trust someone again, it makes sense if they mirrored the same thing happening with Melissa

I'm just noticing the similarities between these two relationships for Shauna. The adult timeline's goal is to show how the events of the past affect them now so it’s a good way for them to subtly hint at future events in the teen timeline and if Melissa does betray Shauna it would then give more context to Shauna's reaction in the scene with Adam.

Now some extra spitballing here: if this does happen and sticking with the idea that Melissa does die in the wilderness cuz thats what i hope, this could result in Shauna reacting the same way she did to Adam and stabbing her, which would be ironic cuz Melissa gave her a sheath for her knife. This could possibly kick off the hunting and cannibalism again, that would be a great way to start it up again. Shauna once again eating someone she was a bit fruity for, that would link to her and Jackie’s relationship. If Melissa did survive, Shauna stabbing Adam could be her doing something she’d wished she’d done last time. Although its unlikely, if Melissa betrays Shauna I highly doubt she would live through it. Looking forward to it :)

Alright, that's my two cents, I've officially contributed to the fandom. I don't make theories very often so im quite inexperienced, you can go ahead and call me out if you think I'm wrong or I missed something or if i interpreted everything completely wrong, let me know :D

[lovelaetter]

been thinking of teen timeline lottie — not minors at the point i'm about to mention, just what it's called 😭😭 after the rescue, she was sent to a psychiatric hospital in switzerland and received shock therapy to deal with her nonverbal-ness. ( to be fair, it was the 90's ) yes, it's fucked up, whoops, but i keep thinking of that as in maybe patient!karina ...

reader's all strict 'n is only seen ever so often when she delivers jimin her meds. pretty girl's all sedated with that vacant stare. she'll write in her journal, gesture at things — anything except use her voice. it's annoying.

being punished by more shocks even though they weren't pre-scheduled ... she knows you're doing this to piss her off, to get her to talk, even if it's just a complaint. she doesn't fall for it, just looks with those narrowed eyes as the mouthguard prevents her insides from being ruined and then spilling out.

and on the red velvet thing, i think of it like this:

irene as lottie matthews. she'd be the false prophet since she's just so pretty and it's so easy to just fall for whatever she says. how can you say no to her wide eyes as she goes on and on about how she sees things, about how drinking her blood-soaked drink will make everything okay.

seulgi as taissa turner. the skeptic who just goes along because her friend (well, girlfriend if we're talking literal ) is buying into everything irene says. even though i don't really picture it like this in other context, i do see joy as the friend due to their separate personalities. tai said it herself: "happy wife, happy life," – season 2, episode 2. another candidate could be misty quigley because of her need for importance and seulgi is so bear to the point she'd do whatever it takes to be able to just hibernate and be praised. lives for the attention despite shying away from it.

wendy as shauna shipman. i don't have much to say here, i just know she'd be morally ambiguous and do her best to turn everyone against each other. she doesn't care what happens as long as she's getting her way and doesn't even bother putting up a front. would be really complex, harboring romantic feelings for another girl and turning that into jealousy and hate to fuel her own motivations.

joy as mari ibarra. doing as told, dickriding irene. happy housewife type thing, making soup with a smile and challenging anyone and everyone who goes against irene because she's really into this 'wilderness' stuff since it's the first time she's ever had so much control. but she could also be jackie taylor since she'd probably be the popular girl who's saving herself for her boyfriend only to find out her best friend, wendy, took her boyfriend's virginity and so on — drama and everyone being jealous of her, leading to self-destruction and wendy blaming herself over it for being a bad friend.

yeri as natalie scatorccio. young and soft. doesn't believe any of this supposedly supernatural force only to end up caring for irene anyway. she'd miss her humanity, herself before she had to behave so primal. but she'd 100% have a homoerotic relationship with irene — hating on her words but clinging onto every syllable anyway. refusing her 'blessings' but second-guessing herself when she can't hunt properly without them.

xoxo, 🦌 nonnie

all of this scratches that an itch inside my brain i didn’t even know existed.

first, patient!rina, it’s so fucked up. the power imbalance, hurting her with the sole purpose of getting a reaction and yet getting none. the way she probably would write pages and pages about you on her journal, so much that if one were to pick it up wouldn’t know if she hates you or if she is in love with you— her brain is a bit fried anyway, maybe she doesn’t know either.

for the yellowjackets thing, with my minimal knowledge, i gotta agree with everything you said and also you have some amazing points like, yeah, irene is the perfect false prophet, who wouldn’t believe in the prettiest girl with the softest voice even if she is saying the most absurd things?

seulgi totally matches the happy wife, happy life thing but you mentioned her being misty as well and tbh, she would be a mix of her and taissa. again, happy wife, happy life but deep down it’s bigger than that, she does things for the need of being important, being seen.

i love wendy in complex scenarios, omg. for the much i know, i don’t even like shauna that much, all i’ve seen makes me think she’s too egotistical, but you know what? let’s go wendy!shauna, give the others problems to solve your problems, you did nothing wrong!

love the idea of joy being the #1 irene supporter but her as jackie… the not-so-one-sided romance with wendy and all the drama, i’m shaking. sure my girl wouldn’t last long and they would have a feast on her body but it happens i guess.

NOW, you have no idea of the size of my smile reading “homoerotic relationship with irene” !! yerene nation rise. don’t care if it’s show accurate or not, i’m having a blast thinking about yeri crawling back to irene’s arms in search for wise words, doubting herself after something she swears she had figured out goes out of control. maybe the prophet knows better after all.

[brw]

Was talking about this with some friends and it is kind of depressing knowing that objectively, logically, Hank Pym is never going to be a real character ever again. Ant-Man as a whole is a barely relevant concept, only kept around by its tenuous point of legacy to the greater Marvel Universe, but that role is now and forever Scott Lang's.

You can't search Hank Pym without having one million clickbait articles about the Worst Thing An Avenger Ever Did showing up. You can't search Hank Pym without that panel showing up at least 5 times in the Google images. You can't search Hank Pym without "wife beater" being an auto filled option.

So what incentive is there to use him? None! No writer, unless they very specifically want to use Hank Pym for an Ultron story, or something, is actually going to use him as a character. That role is Scott's now. And I accept this, it's just depressing knowing this character I love is probably never going to be Ant-Man, or Giant-Man, or Goliath or Yellowjacket or Wasp ever again, he will at best exist in the peripheral as Doctor Pym, because by all accounts that's the only way they can ever use him. Like I said, Ant-Man as a general character concept I think is dead for a long, long time, because of how poorly received Quantamania was on so many levels.

It makes sense, and nothing can take away Tales to Astonish, or those early Avengers runs, or Avengers A.I. or Kurt Busiek Avengers from me ultimately. I can always re-read these comics, and I'll be happy to. It's just also just kind of sad knowing that beyond him being a peripheral character in the occasional Wasp or Scott Lang or maybe Tigra storyline, he is never going to be an actual character ever again. Because, like I said, why would any writer want to? He's too controversial, too synonymous with a very overt instant of bad 1970s comic writing. They don't want that baggage. It's just the reality of the situation going forward. I'll miss him, but c'est la vie.

[juchily]

Oh the urge to completely base a bot ask around a vibe from a song.

https://youtu.be/Q99MyNN0LFk

So we know the Wilderness is that of a Spirit, and Spirits have those they love, whether familiars or fellow Spirits, right? Well imagine this.

So User is a spirit, beloved of the Wilderness, both the Spirit, and the wilderness as a whole. However she has a physical formation, taking care of the cabin and the wildlife for her wife.

When the man in the cabin first arrived she hid, yet the Wilderness soon drove him mad, to suicide. So it was User’s responsibility to care for the cabin, which was ultimately their home now that the man was dead. A burial took place, and plants grew where his corpse was placed.

Then there was peace for a while, until the plane crash occurred. User had the option of disappearing or staying to help the victims. Her choice was to stay.

When the Yellowjackets saw that light when they were at the lake that led them to discover the cabin, that was User, spirit magic and all that. She was leading them into her home, but they didn’t make for good guests per say.

The Yellowjackets do not truly like User much as they find the woman odd. They find it odd how animals flock to her, how easily she navigates the life, how she seemingly protects and provides for them.

When Laura Lee climbed into that plane, User pleaded to her wife to let the girl live, and whilst that plane exploded, Laura Lee miraculously managed to live. She suffered burns and such but she survived.

When Lottie starts to lose herself, User was a constant comfort for the girl, how she seemingly felt like she was on her medication when she was out.

And so now it is Doomcoming, whilst all of them are outside, enjoying the event, User remains inside, in the attic, talking to her Wife, who was in her form that could be seen by the human eyes. And then Jackie and Travis sneak up to the attic, but stop, seeing the pair. Then the drama starts,

Anyways, love yourself, take care of yourself, and I hope you like the idea!

Toodles!!!

This song is gas

What im getting from this is that:

The user originally lived in the cabin with her wife who let's say she eloped with at a young age and ran away from society with to avoid hate and violence.

So... let us say that users wife died, and became what we now know as the Wilderness as a spirit. User left alive continues to be a good wife and care for her spirit wife by taking care of the cabin and caring for the wildlife.

When Cabin guy comes and user has to leave the cabin so she doesn't get hurt because a random man coming into your home isn't exactly a safe situation, let's say Wilderness wife is *not* happy, and like you said, he becomes teeth in the dirt where flowers, fruits, and vegetables sprout in his dead wake after Wilderness wifey makes him kill himself. Dare we say possessive Wilderness Wifey.

Now that cabin guy is dead, User could move back into her lovely cabin. But let's just say she fell ill and succumbed to the dirt as well, becoming a spirit alongside her Wilderness wifey.

But once again when the Yellowjackets come, not so good guests, and Wilderness wifey doesn't like that so she starts "playing" with them. But, low and behold, user has some away over her wife, so when the plane explodes, Laura Lee doesn't die, but survives, albeit with burns.

i want to say that: what if user as a spirit, takes on a physical form of a girl on their team (who never existed, but using spirit magic, she can put it into their heads that that player did) effectively blending in and being able to watch the girls as something more than a spirit.

So user is the one to deal with Laura's burns.

When Lottie runs out of her medication, she doesn't fall into delusion. Which is odd. And she finds comfort in a teammate she doesn't remember having.

Doomcoming, instead of *everything* that happens, they just get a bit high and some of the girls make out is all. Nothing rapey or fucked up. Afterall this story is a much more pleasant one where they have the protection of an all nice spirit.

Travis and Jackie go up into that attic and find user, who in this form still looks like their teammate, making out nasty with a seven foot tall woman (let's say she looks like the antler queen with the veils and antlers) who looks strangely ethereal.

And its like, who TF is this woman that their teammate is making out with??

Travis and Jackie get so spooked and embarrassed at the sight they don't end up hooking up, and the next morning when they all wake up with hangovers after Jackie highly ranted about what she saw— user starts getting questions (Wifey has dissipated from her physical form and user can feel a rabbit watching her cheekily).

And that'd be the lead up to the bot I think

Need to be the wilderness 's wife so bad you don't even know, I'll reblog later with the bot

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Hi! First off, thank you for all the amazing work you do with this tumblr! It's incredible the amount of research you do for everyone out of the goodness of your heart! My request might be a challenge if you're up for it, but I'll try to share as much as my own thoughts as I can. I've been going through your existing posts and doing my own research to try to answer it myself but I thought I'd pose it to you as well just in case.

I'm trying to track down what potentially previously worn pieces make up the patchwork vest coat Shauna wore in 3x10 during the scene where they decide to have a new hunt.

I can see that its base is made up of a green plaid shirt that seems to have had the sleeves cut off. On the front right (Shauna's right) I see what may have originally been a gray heathered shirt with blue stripes, then below that a piece of what was a sweater with a braided design. Below that, I think I see more of the green plaid shirt and then what appears to be a green striped fabric next to a tan fabric.

The front left (Shauna's left) is harder to see because of the fur on her shoulder, but it seem to mostly be the green plaid on top. Then there is a small patch of a ribbed sweater and below that, what appears to be a patch of more the braided sweater. On the bottom it has a large patch of a red and white striped woven fabric (I'm thinking it looks like the torso of a sweater).

On the back it's mostly just the green plaid with the braided sweater from the front right coming around, then a tailcoat of a red striped shirt that I thought could be the Levi's Stay Loose Long Sleeve T-shirt you already identified, though the designs seem somewhat different.

My thoughts are that some pieces could have been stuff Shauna herself never wore and were just sourced from already torn/ruined garments.

I'm less invested in determining what pieces she's wearing beneath the vest coat (I can tell that she's wearing one of the Yellowjackets shirts that's already been identified and her cream colored flannel that has also already been identified), though if anything stands out to you, I'm happy to learn your thoughts!

Thank you again! Keep up the great work!

Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate it! I kind of went through the clips of the vest, made a sketch and broke down the different pieces of fabric so hopefully this is helpful!

1. Flannel shirt

The color is kind of hard to make out since it’s dirty but I believe it is the blue one that can be seen in Qui:

The pattern seems to line up and it’s the only flannel I could think of that would be similar. As of yet I have not been able to ID this flannel.

2. Blue Striped Fabric

I know you thought it could be a shirt and while I’m not sure, another possibility could be a sock. I know some of the other socks in the show have those kinds of stripes so I think that could be a possibility.

3. Pelt

I’m not sure what animal it’s supposed to be but I’d probably guess rabbit since it’s a smaller pelt or maybe like a squirrel? I’m not sure what other animals they’d have access to in the Canadian wilderness that would look like that but if anyone has any insight that would be helpful!

4. Sweater Sleeve

Im not sure which sweater this is specifically from but if I had to guess it’s either one specifically used by the costume department as scrap fabric (not worn whole) or one from season 2 that a team member wore as a layer for their outfit.

5. Brown & White Stripe Fabric

The fabric is definitely a woven knit fabric but I’m not sure exactly where it comes from. I think it’s probably fabric from a blanket or scrap fabric from the costume department (not attached to a piece of clothing).

This woven fabric was seen before with Shauna in season 2 as her hat. She wears it in Storytelling along with the sweatpants and leg warmers also worn by Shauna in 03x10.

Funnily enough the leg warmers Shauna wears appear to have the same pattern as the sleeve on her vest (4.) though she is also wearing both leg warmers when she wears the vest. I guess two people must have packed the same sweater!

6. Green & Pale Pink? Stripe Fabric

Again, I don’t think this piece of fabric comes from a clothing item but is more likely scrap fabric from the Costume department. I’m not sure if the stripes are pink but I kind of think they are. If it is green and pink stripes there was some fabric I remember seeing in a set photo of the Costume Department that would match up.

7. Light Grey(?) Fabric

This fabric is solid colored and looks slightly heavy (not just cotton). I’m not sure the color but I think it might be light grey or maybe white as it seems to be consistent with the sweater pieces that are white/light grey.

8. Stripe Fabric

This multicolored stripe fabric section is slightly shorter than the fabric on the front pieces.

I’m not 100% sure but I think the fabric likely comes from an apron Shauna wears during the baby shower. She wears it backwards (ties it in the front vs in back) so I couldn’t find a piece of the apron with the exact pattern but the color scheme and stripes seem consistent with that on the vest in 3x10.

9. Sweater Knit

It’s possible that this fabric could be the same as the fabric on number 4 but based on the pattern I think it may be a different sweater as the braiding (?) pattern is slightly different.

Additional Reference Photo of the vest in 03x09:

I know you said it wasn’t necessary but since this is a pretty in depth look at the outfit, here is an Outfit Breakdown for the 03x10 Outfit:

• WHS Shirt

• Purple Knit V Neck Shirt?

• Cream Flannel

• Patchwork Vest

• Grey Neck Scarf (possibly a t-shirt?)

• Grey Sweatpants (mentioned above as well as here)

• Sweater Sleeve Leg warmers (mentioned above as well as here)

Hopefully this is insightful but if you have any other questions feel free to reach out!

[peach-and-bugs]

hii, jackie anon again back with another rq ^^ could you do dialogue 18 w/ jackie taylor if it's not too much trouble?

🐇Unadulterated Loathing - Jackie Taylor (1996) x fem!Reader🐇

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You could never understand why everyone in your school seemed to hold sweet Jackie Taylor up on some gold-plated pedestal. After all, she was just like every other pretty, popular, well-off teen girl, right? And highly doubt you're opinion of her will change after you're stuck working on your big Ap bio final with her...

Warnings: angst, but a happy ending, mildly suggestive yet tame humor

Word Count: 3,875

A/N: wow, this was way longer than I planned for it to be. Quick note: So I'm headcanons that Wiskayok High School/school district is kind of like how my school district works, where there is more than one elementary school, but the kids all come together and go to the same middle school. so y/n and Jackie didn't know one another till middle school. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🐇

Jackie Taylor Tag List:

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy @damagnificentcookie

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

-🐇-

Ap Bio had become both your favorite and least favorite class in you’re schedule. On the one hand, You’d always had a fondness for science, but there was just something special about biology. It clicked in a way that no other subject did for you. You also loved your teacher to the point of often staying behind during lunch to continue talking about whatever you’re class topic had been. But now, the problem of your lab partner has arisen. Jackie Taylor, Wiskayok High School’s sweetheart, has been assigned as your new lab partner for the last quarter of the year. You were stuck with the queen bee for the entire final quarter working with her on your big bio final, and you were ready to slam you’re head into a wall.

Jackie had never done anything to you. You had no idea if she knew you existed till now. But you couldn’t help not liking her. There was just something about that shiny smile and the way the curls in her hair always laid perfectly over her shoulders that got under your skin. But she hadn’t done anything to make you not like her, and that alone just made you more irritated with her. 

She didn’t start a conversation right away when she sat next to you after you’re new assignment together. Your group was assigned to look into the effect of different types of hormones on gene expression, which wouldn’t be too difficult, and if you’d like, you could probably do all the work on your own. That would be good in case Jackie turned out to be one of those girls who expected you, the class nerd, to do the project anyways. You’d had that happen a few times now in group projects, so what’s one more time, right? 

You were listening to your teacher go over the guidelines for the assignment and show you examples from the past few years. You periodically scribbled down notes for future reference. After a bit of time, you began watching the clock, leaning your cheeks against your palm with an unintentionally pointing lip as you waited for the bell to ring. You wanted to leave class today, unlike most days. Maybe you’d hide in the library with your lunch and read up on your topic to get a headstart on the project. You decided it was better to assume you’d be doing it all on your own from the jump than to be blindsided, right? 

But as you waited for the bell, watching the hands of the clock tick away, your gaze began to wander. First, you watched the jock at the table next to the door, trying not to fall asleep. Then you moved on to the girl behind him reading a romance novel behind her textbook till you faltered again to Jackie sitting at your right. She was scribbling away in her notebook, honey-blonde hair obstructing any meaningful view of her face. The lined paper of her notebook had notes written in curly, clean handwriting, yet the margins were littered with doodles of flowers and bunnies. She was currently scribbling away at one of her doodles, having grown tired of notes the same as you. 

She only caught sight of your staring when the bell rang. Startled out of your haze by the clanging sound you'd waited for, you blinked, swallowing hard when you’re suddenly met with her bright hazel eyes as she brushed that hair that had been in her face out of the way and behind her ear. You felt your eyes widen as you sat frozen, but only for a second before you frantically started packing away your things into your backpack like the rest of your classmates. You could feel her stare, but she said nothing. That is, till she shook out of her daze. 

“Uh, hey-” she started as you began to leave. You’d hustled to the door but stopped at the sound of her voice, leaving you standing awkwardly by the door, hands clutching the strap of your backpack tight. “Do you wanna plan to meet up and work on the project?” she asked as she packed her notebook away into her bog, periodically looking up and back at you as she undid the zipper. You were surprised by the offer, and it delayed your response. 

“Um. Yeah, I guess we can,” you mumbled, feeling fidgety under the attention. She gave you that sparkly smile that she gave everyone when she looked back up at you, bag hung over her shoulder. 

“Great! You free this afternoon?” you were surprised she seemed so eager to get working. You awkwardly nodded and felt your heart begin beating faster as she walked towards you. 

“Don’t you have soccer practice, though?” you said quickly, shuffling ever so slightly away from her. She now stood right across from you by the door. Having her attention like this was strange, and you could only describe it as anxiety-inducing. 

“Shit, you’re right. I completely forgot about that,” she laughed, and you felt your stomach drop. “Well, we could always make Saturday work as long as-” she began babbling on about something you didn’t feel like you needed to know about to the point that you began feeling nauseated. 

“Hey, can we plan this tomorrow, maybe? I’ve gotta go,” you interrupted, lying through your teeth with your skin itching to get away. Jackie stopped what she was saying, and for a fleeting second, it looked like her smile had faded. 

“Oh, yeah. We’ll talk tomorrow then,” you'd already begun leaving before she could finish calling goodbye, which you knew was rude, but all you could think was how you had to get away. Which was even stranger considering she had been acting so nice! Jackie had never been nice to you. Well, Jackie had never been anything to you before. Why was her being nice so startling? You wracked your brain over it all as you hustled into the library to hide among the bookshelves. 

You could finally take a real breath when you found a secluded table tucked away in the corner of the library, nestled in with all of the books but by a window, which let a nice stream of light bask down onto the table. You arranged your things, found a few books on your project topic, and got to work, reading and periodically scribbling down notes as you ate the lunch you’d packed that morning. You’d stay there through lunch and into your free study hall period. Getting your study hall directly after lunch had to have been some kind of godsent. 

You’d gotten into a real groove or taking your notes. By now, you had to have nearly three pages, front and back, filled with different tidbits you could mention in your project. You’d lost track of time and your surroundings as you listened to your walkman while working. You were only shaken out of your little bubble when you heard a strong, purposeful throat-clearing beside you. You looked up to see Jackie standing over you with a few books in hand. You stared wide-eyed, forgetting about your headphones. That is, till the blonde scrunched her brow and gestured for you to take them off. You did, muttering your apology as the headphones hung around your neck. 

“I see you got started,” she chuckled again. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar after saying you’d had enough sweets for the day. Your eyes faltered away, down to your notes, as the grip on your pencil tightened. 

“Uh, yeah. I have a free period, so I thought I might as well,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the corner of your paper, folding it into itself. 

“Oh! Me too” She paused, looking around as though someone might see despite the table being tucked out of most people's way. “Well, mind if I sit? You could share what you’ve started, and we could make a gameplan,” She suggested. Given your current situation and the way you’d practically run from her earlier, you had no reason to decline, so you nodded, moving some of your things out of the way. She sat down at the other side of the table, but not directly across from you, more so diagonal. Maybe she could feel your apprehension about working for you. It wasn’t like you were trying to hide how you felt, but thinking she might know didn’t help the nauseating feeling in your gut. 

Calling the following interaction awkward would be an understatement. You had zero desire to integrate with Jackie outside of class, and she couldn’t seem to get the hint. Or maybe she did and was just choosing to ignore what you thought was your evident desire to be left alone. She started reading the books she’d picked up and writing her notes like you had been doing. But every time she read something that seemed noteworthy, she’d double check if you’d read and written that down already. It got to the point that you eventually just gave her your notebook to write in so she could read what you'd written down already and stop interrupting your reading.  

She seemed disappointed by this, but she didn’t voice it or argue. Unsteady, you spent the rest of the hour sitting at the same table, silently reading over textbooks. She didn’t attempt conversation till the bell rang, and you both had to pack up and go to class again. She started by offering you your notebook back, but she pointed out something she’s specifically written down when she handed it to you. 

“It’s my address. How about we meet up tomorrow at noon? My dad will be out golfing, and my mom’s got book club, so we’ll have quiet to work on the project. If that works for you, of course,” she seemed rather eager at the idea as she patiently waited for your reply. You paused for a moment, staring at her annoyingly near handwriting and her address till you relented. 

“Yeah, sure. Noon tomorrow” you agreed with a nod. She seemed to smile slightly more and nodded quickly. 

“Noon tomorrow,” she repeated, taking a step back as she moved to leave. “I’m already looking forward to it,” You watched her go with her little wave and had to refrain from rolling your eyes. You had a bad, nauseating feeling about tomorrow already. 

-🐇-

All you could do was stand outside the Taylor’s house, staring up at the two-story with wide eyes, regretting ever letting yourself get into this situation. Something felt so wrong about you walking towards the house, so much so that you contemplated turning tail and leaving. That is till Jackie opened the door, beckoning you inside. It was too late to back out now, so you begrudgingly made your way up the lawn. 

“I’m glad you made it,” she began as you walked into the house, you noticed her lack of shoes, so you took yours off, leaving them behind by the door. “Oh, thank you for that! I completely forgot to mention it, and my mother would kill me,” she joked. You forced a smile and hummed but gave her no reaction beyond that. She paused and took a breath, murmuring a quiet ‘right’ before taking you upstairs. 

“I thought we’d work in my room unless you'd rather go in the living room since no one's home,” You shrugged, eyes glancing around the house as you followed her. 

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you dryly said as she sat down on her bed, pulling out her schoolwork as she sat with her legs crossed against the pillows. You hesitated, standing in the middle of your room with your bag in hand. 

“You can come and sit over here if you like,” she chuckled, patting the space in front of her on the bed. After a pause, you did as instructed, sitting at the foot of the bed with your bag beside you. You began to rummage around, pulling out your notebook, pencils, and textbook. 

“I can get you something to drink or a snack if you like,” she offered. She was fidgeting with her pencil and notebook open over her lap, but she hadn’t started writing anything yet. 

“I’m alright,” you began flipping through your notes, not looking up. 

“Ok, well. Do you have any thoughts on how you wanna do this or…”

“I thought I’d write the paper, and you do the visuals,” You replied as though this was the most obvious course of action. Jackie stared at you for a moment till she nodded. 

“Yeah,” her voice cracked as she tucked hair behind her ear, looking around the room. “Yeah, tha works for me,” looking up from your notebook, you noticed the way she bit the inside of her cheek. 

“Y’know what? I’m gonna get something to snack on anyways,” she said it more like she was telling herself than she was you. You watched her leave like she was in a rush, leaving you alone in her room. Immediately you felt uncomfortable with the situation, so you pulled out your Walkman and began listening to that while you scribbled away in your notes, getting yourself started on the final paper. 

Jackie didn’t return for some time, but when she did, she was carrying a big bowl of popcorn with her that she set on the bed after sitting down again. She watched you expectantly but didn’t say a word till you took your headphones off. 

“You want some?” she gestured to the bowl. You shook your head. 

“No, I’m fine,” you turned your attention back to the paper. “But thanks,” you remembered to add at the end. The next hour was relatively quiet as you both worked. You’d made a decent dent in the paper, and Jackie had started sketching a mock-up of the visual display. She’d handed you her notes to get your opinion, and you simply nodded, telling her it was good and to go ahead. In all honesty, after that, you saw little point in working together anymore. You could easily write the paper at home while she worked on the presentation, right? 

“Hey, I think I’m gonna get going,” you started. She looked up, confused. 

“But we only just got started,” she began to argue. You felt yourself grow uncomfortable with her seeming eagerness for you to stay. 

“Well, I can work on this at home. We don’t need to be together after all,” 

“But isn’t it good to work together? Like, to have a soundboard or whatever?” She stood up suddenly and began rummaging for something around the room. Growing alarm clawed at your throat, and you turned around in your seat on the bed to keep your eye on her. “It’s a group project, after all!” She was growing more impatient, and you couldn’t distinguish why. 

“Yeah, but it's not a huge deal-” she turned around to face you again, her hair aggressively swishing as she faced you with a distressed look.

“You really can’t stand me that much?” she yelped, genuinely sounding hurt. You froze, paralyzed with no idea what to do. You’d never imagine that Jackie, of all people, would care about what you thought of her. You didn’t think Jackie cared about anyone’s opinion, let alone you! 

“I never said I didn’t like you-” 

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t!” she interrupted. She looked like she might be on the verge of tears as she began pacing the room. You started to panic.

“No, it isn’t!” you knew it was a terrible retort, but what else could you say? So you got onto the defensive. “But why would you even care if I didn’t like you? I’m nobody!” your voice faltered, and you cringed with embarrassment. You had no idea what was going on or how you even got into this situation. Jackie was nearly and tears, and you found you were too, and you thought you might throw up on the spot from the grinding, nauseating feeling twisting your gut. Jackie sniffled, wiping her nose. But at least she’d stopped pacing and now stood facing you. The sound and motion drew your attention back in.

“You’re not nobody,” her voice was almost pitiful. She sheepishly met your eyes, biting her lip. She was considering something, but you couldn’t tell what. You felt afraid under her gaze. 

“Yes, I am,” was all you could say back. You picked at the skin of your thumbs, hoping the motion could calm your racing heart. “I doubt you even knew my name before we had this class together,” 

“Well, I did, actually,” there was a heavy pout in her voice. She caved and walked back to the bed, sitting in the space you'd previously occupied but scooted from when she’d stood up. She was almost unbearably close. “I’ve known about you since seventh grade,” only when she said that did you look up at her. Her gaze was soft yet almost timid. It seemed unnatural for her, given her constant air of confidence.

“You got that writing award at that assembly we had with the whole school at the beginning of the year. Most people who were getting awards were eighth graders,” she seemed to recall it fondly. “But I remember how you walked across that stage with that huge smile to take that award from the principal. You didn’t look nervous or afraid. Just happy to be getting that award,” you were stunned she even remembered that day. You barely even remembered it yourself, now that you thought about it. 

“But so what? What about that makes me liking you matter so much?” 

“I dunno, maybe because of your nice or something?” She was getting upset again. Her face was red with frustration, and she kept dramatically sighing and scoffing. And you weren’t sure what caused it, and you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, but you laughed. It started as a chuckle, but then it turned into full blow, hysterically tear-inducing laughter. You knew it was wrong, and you expected her to slap you in the face, but she didn’t. 

After her initial shock, you heard a snicker, and then she, too, laughed. And as you heard her laugh ring you, you realized it was like a song that you wanted to be stuck in your head. And unlike what you may have anticipated, it didn’t scare you anymore. You managed to quiet and subside your fit of giggles, thumbing away tears that brimmed your eyes from the pressure, a smile still waving over your lips. Jackie appeared the same, but she looked away again, that shy blush water-coloring her cheeks as she smiled. 

“I just really want you to like me, but I can’t explain why,” she managed to say finally, looking back up at you. She’d gotten closer again when you were distracted. You could almost feel her breath fanning over your face as she bit her lip in silent consideration. 

“I do like you,” you managed to say, eyes unconsciously wandering down to her lips, then flashing back to her eyes out of fear of being caught. But though you expected scorn, you were met with excitement in her eyes, followed by a tilt of her head, and then all at once, her eyes shut, and her lips were on yours, tentative and curious. Anxiety told you to pull away, but frozen in surprise, you found you couldn’t. Instead, you sat, eyes wide as you practically vibrated in anticipation, though you dared not move. It was the same kind of excitement and anxiety you’d feel trying to get close to a wild rabbit. The slightest wrong move, and it would surely run. 

But Jackie didn’t run. She did pull away, but she didn’t stray. She watched with a squeezing apprehension on her face, expecting to have a mess to clean up on her hands. You were left completely speechless, terrified she’d regret her actions immediately and make you leave, and she’d never speak to you again. But again, Jackie didn’t run, and she didn’t make you either. 

“Say something,” she tried to state, but it came out more like a plead. You scanned her face and did the only thing you could think of in your hazy state. You took her hand, which sat behind you, holding her up as she leaned into you and took her lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you kissed her, you felt her smile, with the sound of a muffled chuckle. 

Her fingers from her free hand eventually grazed over your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear before wrapping wound the small of your neck to toy with the baby hairs that grew there. When you pulled away, she adjusted so she was practically in your lap with how close she was. Her arms looped lazily over your shoulders and around your neck as she played with your hair, looking you over dreamily. 

“My mother would end me if she found out about this,” she giggled, clearly enjoying her little silent rebellion. 

“You like girls?” was the only thing you could think, and of course, that’s what your big mouth had to blurt out. You immediately cringed, squeezing your eyes shut and resisting the urge to slap yourself in the face. But fortunately, she laughed that lovely laugh you’d begun to grow fond of. 

“It seems like I do,” she attempted to sound coy in her reply. “And it sounds like you look like girls, too,” she added. You looked at her again and relaxed with a smile, rolling your eyes. 

“I thought that had been obvious since freshman year,” Jackie shook her head. 

“I mean, not to me,” 

“Oh, so you didn’t pick the gay girl to try out kissing girls?” You'd grown confident out of nowhere and smirked. Jackie’s cheeks flushed again, and her jaw dropped in mock shock as she tried suppressing a laugh in her throat. In a moment of mock irritation, she shoved your shoulders, gently knocking you onto your back, meeting the duvet cover of her bed in a fit of amused giggles. Without a fleeting consideration, she sat on top of you, her thighs on either side of your hips as her hands pressed against your chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning as you looked up at her. Her brows raised, eyes wide as she realized the position she’d put herself in, that pink blush in her face turning bright red.

“Well, look who’s miss confidence now, huh?” you couldn’t resist the tease. Your restraint had gone out the window with this new understanding of your feelings. Your irritation and avoidance of Jackie Taylor had only been a poorly placed front for your real feelings. You’d been smitten with her for years now but refused to look at it in the right lighting. She scrunched her nose and tried to frown, but the corners of her lips kept flickering upwards in amusement as you grinned, which only egged her on more. So she did the only thing she could think. She leaned in again, wiping that smirk away with her lips. 

[hana-bobo-finch]

FINAL PDBC POST OF 2024 WOOOOOO!! Yea so I loved a random background wasp I drew for a bug fables wip so much that I changed some stuff around and plopped her in pdbc as a bug person. meet my darling wasp child Gin

the culmination of my sudden wasp obsession and my undying PDBC obsession. This is just a rough sketch, ya gotta understand that she has only been in existence for literally one day lmao thusly there is hardly anything to her but HERE YA GO

HER NAME IS GINEVA!! I actually came up with it on the spot (more specifically her nickname, Gin) but it ended up fitting pretty well so let me ramble about that real quick:

It’s pronounced like Geneva. Like the Geneva Convention. Which she DEFINITELY violates on a daily basis but we’ll get to that. Her name is one R away from being the name Ginevra. Side tangent!! there is no R in the standard alphabet used on Fincg island, there’s a unique symbol that makes the R sound but don’t ask me about any of that special alphabet lore because that little tidbit is less developed than Gin herself. Point is, her name could very well be Ginevra, which is the name of King Arthur’s wife in some versions of the legends (according to Wikipedia at least!!! Yeah I know very reliable source but there’s no direct link to the source so I’m kinda just trusting Wikipedia on this lmao). That matters because if you don’t remember, pumpkin daddy is TERRIFIED of King Arthur. To an unhealthy degree. So I dunno I just thought it was a neat coincidence, not the most interesting thing in the world but I love adding small details in names like that so the fact that the name I chose on a whim is related to an already established piece of lore makes my brain happy. But MOVING ON her nickname, Gin, is also a reference to the fact that wasps are extremely sensitive to alcohol and can get drunk off fermented fruit which is the cutest thing in the world to me (I know drunk wasps realistically are just angry but I’m just imagining a lil wasp calling an uber for her and her lil wasp friends and awwwwww). So yeah she likes alcohol. a lot. she might have a bit of a problem but it’s FIIIIINE anyway I’ve yapped WAY too much about her name moving on—

She’s a queen Yellowjacket!! ALAS there are no other fully evolved wasp-people, so she is the queen of nothing. heartbreaking. She will still be a queen in all of our hearts. Though she miiiight be trying to speed up the evolution process a lil by messing around with the naturally occurring elements that are believed to have sped up the bugs’ evolutions but cough cough painfully underdeveloped lore cough coughI SERIOUSLY NEED TO THINK ABOUT THAT I CAN’T JUST HAVE THE EXPLANATION BE (IT JUST BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES NOOOOO.

Being a queen she’s a bit taller and bulkier than the other bug people—most average around 3 and a half feet but she’s around four feet—though that was hard to portray in her design because…I don’t know how to draw buff wasps. but she is. she’s a buff wasp. She’s bulky compared to the other bug people I guess, they could probably be blown away by a stiff wind

She wears armor on her upper body as you can see, as bug people are quite fragile and are prone to injuries due to their rather rushed evolutions. And also it’s because she started off as a wasp soldier who had armor and I wanted to keep that but shhhhh be quiet I’m talking about my flawed bug biology lore. Despite a lot of people being scared of them, the bug people aren’t often outright attacked, but they do get injured a lot due to the standard societal standards of Fincg island. Aka people get punched. A lot. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it but fighting is a pretty big cultural tradition there, and it’s the norm to slap people over minor inconveniences. No hard feelings, it’s just the way it is (though it’s agreed upon that hurting relatives, especially your children is unacceptable, but for everyone else? fair game, go punch that old woman). But it results in the bug people getting hurt a lot, and healthcare for the bug people is understandably underdeveloped, so Gin wears armor as to not. Yknow. die. Probably a smart move. I tried to give part of her armor a sort of plated look, to give her the look of having abs without her actually having them because shredded wasps would look strange, but eh. Whether or not I succeeded is up in the air

the obvious question is why is she juggling bombs. The answer is because she wants to. Despite being over-dramatically fragile she has no qualms with attacking people just for goofs. Which I know I just said was the cultural norm but she does it with bio weapons so maybe take her little bombs away. Yes she’ll throw biological weapons at you but she’ll put on a little show before she does it! It’s like those Turkish ice cream vendors that play around with your ice cream before they give it to you if anyone has any idea what the hell I’m talking about. She could use her knowledge for good (helping speed up evolution for the other bugs) or she could use it for bio warfare. She chooses both, what a queen 🥰🥰 literally 🥰please someone get her a hive to rule over so she doesn’t spend her time throwing bombs at people. Also worth mentioning—although she’s a juggler, she is NOT a clown. Do not even imply she is. I won’t get into the whole lore here but clowns were exiled from the island, a corny joke about juggling being allegedly one of the leading causes, so any clownish behavior has to be done carefully as to not get exiled with the rest of the clowns.

Anyway that’s all I have for her at the moment. Will she ever get more development, probably not, chances are she’ll be a barely relevant character if ever relevant at all. Do I love her anyway? Absolutely

[witski]

speaking this into existence so i can look back on it when im wrong

this is all going to be gibberish because i dont know how to exactly put my thoughts all together but im trying.

i think the last one standing is gonna be either shauna or misty. shauna, i think, is fully capable of taking everyone out. however, misty being the last one alive would be a perfect karma for her. everything she does is rooted in this deep fear of loneliness and being left out.

that's why i don't know if shauna would be the last one standing. would that be the ideal karma? maybe! but i'm not sure. i also think callie is going to be the one to kill shauna. considering, from what we've seen, callie doesn't want to end up like shauna. and that, to me, would be the ideal karma for shauna. she's spent all this time pushing callie away, keeping her safe from a distance, keep her from becoming like shauna, but that did the complete opposite.

of course, this could go the opposite way, but i don't know if shauna would be capable of killing her own daughter. i know she's capable of a lot of things, but (i hope) this might be where she draws the line. (jeff, however...)

for tai, i'm not entirely sure what her ideal karma could be. personally, i want it to be simone and sammy because where the fuck are they. i have other gripes with this but i think that's for another post.

as for the other reality theory, i think it's possible. however, i don't think it's what people hope it to be. i think it's just purgatory honestly. some afterlife where they're happy and safe. my only explanation for the scene with teen lottie and adult lottie. the teen lottie we see is not the same one from the wilderness. there was a post i saw that said lottie always seems upset when she isn't picked for the hunt. i think a part of her knows, and that's why she's so accepting of all of it.

however, this begets the question: was any of it real? did the wilderness really pick them?

personally, i love the supernatural, but for yellowjackets i think the story would be so much more interesting if it wasn't. if this was all just an attempt to cope with what was happening, to make sense of it all. my only anchor to this is the screaming this season turning out to just be frogs.

i know everyone wants answers but i also wouldn't mind if they never told us. leaving us to wonder what's real and not, just like the yellowjackets did.

oh, and akilah is alive 🙏

[sumquiasum]

for the filme asks - 12, 14 and 15

12) A film whose main genre is Horror/Thriller

Everyone give it up for Playdurizm (2020)! Incredible debut feature by Gem Deger. The tagline is "Fear. Lust. Violence!" and that's what you get. Trippy and dream-like. Many a content warning but if you're interested just ask me.

Sound of Violence (2021) features Yellowjacket's Jasmin Savoy Brown as a music student who'd do anything for her art. Parts of this are a little silly but if you buy into it you're up for a really good time. Bonus points for toxic yuri.

On the thriller front I recommend Hard (1998). Low-budget movie about a closeted gay cop hunting a serial killer. Should be better-known in queer sicko circles and among queer horror fans.

Recommending a short film because more people should watch The Mark of Lilith (1986). Part video essay, part lesbian horror movie this short says so many things that we still need to hear and talk about. I am so happy the BFI released a restored version of this a few years ago, otherwise this might have been lost to time like so many great works of queer and black cinema.

14) A film whose main genre is Science Fiction

Space Sweepers (2021)!! One of my favourite feel-good sci-fi movies.

I have a soft spot for Kaboom (2010) because it was one of my first Araki movies. It's has his signature weirdness but it's, imo, more approachable than some of his 90s stuff (which, to be clear, I also love.)

I want to give a shoutout to afrofuturism with Dirty Computer (2018) and Space is the Place (1974). The latter is strange, to say the least, but the impact it had on space jazz and afrofuturism is undeniable.

15) A film whose main genre is Fantasy

Thank you for giving me a chance to recommend Captain Faggotron Saves the Universe (2023). I am so amazed that this movie was made in Germany. I gave it two stars on Letterboxd but I have not stopped thinking about it since I first saw it. Low-budget fantasy comedy about a closeted homophobic priest, his gay superhero best friend and his ex, the alien Queen Bitch. If midnight screenings were a thing in Germany this would become an instant cult classic.

As Boas Maneiras (2017) straddles the line between fantasy and horror but I'd categorise it more as fantasy. Very distinctly cut into two parts, part one is a lesbian love story, part two a story about motherhood.

Another Brazilian film in two parts (this time actually with two different sets of characters and different settings) is Cidade; Campo (2024). While it is classified as drama, it has enough fantasy elements to count as fantasy imo. Dreamy meditations on what it means to exist at the end of the world.

Ask me a number and I'll respond with a movie recommendation

[disregardcanon]

yellowjackets disney's descendants au

okay so a quick run down of basic roles. these will not directly correspond to everything but it's a basic framework

how the roles line up

VKs

natalie as mal

jackie as evie

shauna as carlos

van as jay

crystal as dizzy tremaine

AKs

lottie as ben

tai as audrey

jeff as chad charming

misty as jane

laura lee as rapunzel and eugene's daughter <3

akilah as tai's best friend in auradon tiana and naveen's daughter. if she has a corresponding role it's probably lonnie?

mari is a madrigal who hates singing. absolutely ABHORS IT

coach martinez as the tourney coach who is also the coach from airbud because i think that's HILARIOUS.

airbud as dude the dog

travis and javi don't really have corresponding canon roles but they're here and i love them

okay so. here is The Vision

lottie has recently been given the crown of auradon. this is due to absentee parenting from king malcolm and his wife, who are off doing vacations because they had so much fairy tale bullshit over the course of their lives. queen charlotte the first decides that it's unfair for the children of the isle of the lost to suffer for the actions of their parents and does some research about who would be the best to invite to move to auradon to test out a relocation program.

tai is the daughter of sleeping beauty who has issues with supernatural sleepwalking, presumably a strange holdover from her mother's curse. she's not entirely sold on lottie's idea, but she tries to give it a chance, at least. if there's anyone who feels stifled by every bit of auradon's pomp and circumstance and Why Don't You Find a Nice Prince or Nobleman to Settle Down With? it's tai.

lottie, tai, akilah, laura lee, and mari are The Tourney Girls. there are some other extras out there but they are the main ones. airbud is the next most important player. he doesn't talk he's just there barking and being Amazing At The Game. travis is there but he hates it. like, absolutely HATES IT. he is so bad at tourney but there aren't enough good players for his dad not to have an excuse to make him play. tai akilah and mari really resent him for Being There, Sucking, laura lee is kind because she feels like she has to be, but lottie actually really likes him. she doesn't talk shit so travis talks nothing but shit. For Her

javi is always around just chilling in the stands and drawing. he goes to the attached auradon middle school.

misty wants to be the equipment manager and do lots of Cool Things TM for Cool People TM but her mom wants her to do certain fairy things. and she HATES IT.

okay so our VKs

natalie- okay so natalie is mal but she has a different backstory. maleficent did not want to deal with raising a kid, but since abortion does not exist in descendants, she dropped the kid off with her dad and peaced out. the dad was clayton from tarzan and natalie never knows who her biological mom is because her canon mom is around and married to clayton. things go basically the same as yellowjackets canon where a year before the events of descendants clayton is beating her step mom and nat gets the gun and he accidentally puts a bullet through his own head. her "step mom" that she never knew wasn't her bio mom throws her out on the streets with nothing but the name of her bio mom and nat, angry and hurting, goes directly to maleficent's lair. maleficent, who never wanted to have a child, is more than happy to have an angry, powerful teenager who presumably killed her shitty ex.

jackie is evie and mrs. taylor is the evil queen. she grows up with all of evie's Must Be Perfect Wonderful Wife conditioning, the knack for poisoning and subtle manipulation, and the love of fashion, but she has source of solace in-

shauna, from a narrative standpoint, is carlos. she's not cruella's daughter, though. shauna is the daughter of one of cruella's goons (take your pick). on the isle there is a very strong expectation that henchkids become henchmen, and this, of course, does NOT work for shauna shipman and her sixteen different complexes. her dad tries to conscript her into following around and doing cruella's kid's bidding at a young age, and it... does not work for her. she has a violent little outburst and then runs away, living on the street and killing animals to eat for a while. she finds jackie instead. perfect, wonderful, Almost Fit for Auradon princess jackie. they clump together and shauna moves into their castle, under the pretense that she's become jackie's handmaiden. (a princess needs a handmaiden, darling). this chafes too, but with jackie's insistence that it's not true, not their real relationship, not anything tangible, it's a lot easier to ignore. they go to school together everyday at the weird little isle school, and shauna is the top of their class. it's hard for that to feel like it matters, though, when the biggest currency in the outside world is fear and the biggest currency inside is Being Jackie. the resentment still happens and chafes, but it's just simmering. it won't boil over until auradon.

van, from a narrative standpoint, is jay, but she's the daughter of madam medusa from rescuers rather than jafar because. van is so white it could blind you. madam medusa has a junk shop just like she did in the world before the isle, and van spends a lot of her time super athletically stealing for it with a lot of parkour. her mother spends all the time she isn't running the shop collapsed on the couch, just like in van's canon. she doesn't really have anyone her own age until natalie, daughter of maleficent, starts upending the power structures on the island and she decides she wants in. they become fast friends, but it's always "second" and "commander", because van never met a power dynamic that she didn't jump on. they also try their hardest to make things as good as possible for the isle kids in their area, but they refuse to admit that. come on, and look weak? dumb

jackie and shauna end up with nat and van pretty soon after they become a They. natalie wrests control of the taylor castle from jackie's mother and the evil queen refuses to surrender, leading to a bitter siege. jackie and shauna finally come out to try to broker a surrender, but natalie steps on jackie's toes and then jackie turns from Perfect Princess to Top Tier Bitch. and then she's like oh shit oh shit oh sHIT i pissed off maleficent's daughter this is going to be-

and shauna's back here getting her hunting knife out like sure, maleficent's daughter might have magic but if she DIES first then she can't use it- and nat just laughs. boisterous, delighted laughter.

"i think this castle's already got a queen." then she glances over to shauna's no longer concealed knife. "maybe two?" they both blush.

natalie, feared daughter of maleficent, setting the isle into a chaos it hasn't known in more than a decade, holds out a hand.

"Truce?" she asks. then suddenly natandvan becomes natandvanandjackieandshauna and they have half the isle under their collective thumb.

but then the invitation comes from queen charlotte for four children to move to auradon, and suddenly maleficent, who is still the most powerful person on the isle, has a single, itsy bitsy favor to demand from the daughter she so kindly took in after her father's death. who she taught to wield the magic she barely knew existed, who she loved and cherished and fed and clothed-

and a plot to steal the blue fairy's wand and dismantle the barrier is born.

how things go in auradon

natalie is torn between what she feels she owes to her mother and the other denizens of the isle, her friends (who are the most important in this equation), and then her emerging feelings for lottie. lottie who is so kind and who trusts her and is trying so hard for her and her friends, who she's so attracted to but is just using (right, that's all this is? right????) who is trying to make her own shitty society better too.

jackie is finally in the land of the royals and is trying to put all that life training to good use, but it's not... really working. we have something resembling the chad plot with jeff and something resembling the doug plot with laura lee, who thinks that jackie is very kind and deserves to be treated better (though their relationship isn't romantic). shauna is standing at the sidelines and crossing her arms and pouting. fine! if jackie wants to get her heart broken by this dumb auradon boy be my guest! i'll just. go do something else. fuck you

shauna and van both join the tourney team, because it's part of their collective How to Infiltrate Auradon Society and Get Lottie's Good Graces plan. also because shauna is very angry right now and needs a physical outlet and van has been cooped up for too long and is gonna go crazy. they're both good enough to make it and travis is like FUCK YEAH I'M FREEEEEEEE

his dad is very upset about this but shauna and van are way better than him already and it's hard to justify making his son do something the kid doesn't want to when there are better options and the nepotism isn't even wanted.

shauna and javi become friends and she encourages his interest in art like. huh. wouldn't it have been nice to have one singular adult who was nice to me? and then does not examine it beyond that. shauna also befriends tai, who tries to show her all of the things auradon has to offer because shauna is the most obviously Intelligent TM of the isle kids.

van flirts with tai a lot, but neither of them make a lot of progress with that because tai is pretty closeted and van is. not trying as desperately as shauna to try to be acceptable TM here.

by the end of the movie, they all decide that they don't want to use the wand to burst the barrier and talk with lottie about ways to help the other kids integrate over here in auradon instead. lottienat happens first, taivan happens second after van starts to commit to being in auradon and tai starts to commit to Going Against Dumb Auradon Rules like Homophobia (I'M A PRINCESS DAMN IT) and learn more about what's up with her sleepwalking with van and also nat. it takes a really long time for jackie and shauna to work things out because jackie keeps trying to force things with prince jeff and shauna finds better uses of her time and energy than worrying about it, but eventually they come together too. and crystal comes too! and she and misty become besties. and misty does not do any insane things, thnx

[an-attempted-poet]

hello this is a vent

i have adhd. i'm hyperfixated on the show yellowjackets, and it's been almost a year. (yes i know the date i first watched it lmfao) none of my friends watch it or want to (thats fair it is a horror show) and like. i talk abt it a lot bc its a hyperfixation. but i've stopped talking abt it bc even though it makes me rlly happy to talk abt it, my friends and even sometimes family get really annoyed when i do. and i don't even talk abt it 24/7, ill mention it like once or twice a day and thats it. probably less. and it's so little bc every time i mention the show, my friends get very clearly annoyed. and they'll tell me that they don't care or don't wanna hear abt it. (pls note-i don't even talk abt the gore i talk abt the gay ships or the symbolism of it all. nothing remotely scary)

but then expect me to listen and pay attention when they talk abt their hyper fixations. like. i could care less but i don't tell them it's annoying or i don't wanna here it. i don't get why i'm not allowed to talk about a show that's incredibly important to me but they can tell me about whatever they want and expect my full attention. i can't give my full attention to like. anything!! (again, adhd lmfao)

so i just. don't talk about it. and it sucks bc then i only rlly have tumblr to share my thoughts with but the issue is that then i get insecure abt sharing it on tumblr bc of it and i literally shouldn't be insecure abt talking abt my interests on my blog but like. i am and it sucks!

i don't get why this weird double standard exists and i just want to be able to love a show without being judged or shamed constantly

[the-bee-graveyard]

It kinda pisses me off how everyone's talking about how this is "the golden age of queer reprsentation" or whatever, and everyone talks about how many queer shows, (and movies if you count Red white and royal blue) are popular right now. But it's only really mlm representation or mlm centric content. Like Heartstopper, Interview with a vampire, Our flag means death, Good Omens, and Young Royals are all mlm centric shows, and sapphic shows usually either get canceled or they never reach the kind of popularity. I think the only one I can think of is Arcane and I think that's because it's got so many other moving parts that are so fantastic snd interesting that even the straights love it. And Cait and Vi's relationship isn't really overt yet, so to speak.

And the thing is we all know why this is happening. We all know what this is about. Or at least I thought we did. But when you bring this up you often get people being like, "oh stop causing conflict between wlw and mlm!" Or "stop trying to pit queer people against each other!" Like.... no I'm not doing that, I'm pointing out that misogyny and lesbophobia exist.

Honestly I am literally begging queer men to care about sapphics for once. Like please acknowledge that misogyny exists and we are affected by it. Please acknowledge that the way we are percieved and treated is different from you because we experience the intersection of homophobia and misogyny.

Sorry for ranting. I'm just so tired.

Never apologize for ranting!

Well it’s undeniable that queer representation has gotten better over the years, we are nowhere near in the golden age of queer representation! Where are the lesbians, the trans/non-binary characters, the poly characters?

And yes we have shows like Yellowjackets and Arcane who have main character lesbian rep and haven’t been canceled and are quite popular, they still haven’t reached the levels of popularity of mlm shows.

I’m very happy for my mlm friends for finally getting the representation they deserve! I am only hoping that wlw can see that kind of representation for themselves.