#yj edits

[shaunashpmn]

“if i fix you, will you hate me?”

[it-chooses]

Sleep Token - Vore // Yellowjackets (2021 - )

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

I need to see Tim meet a kid who’s mentor “died” but they don’t believe it.

I need Tim to see this kid who’s just begging Tim to give him a chance to explain his reasoning, begging Tim to be the first person to look at the evidence he’s brought logically.

I need to see Tim say “I believe you, I’ll help you” to him. I need to see the adventure they go on to bring that mentor back, I need to see Tim make sure another kid doesn’t go through what he did.

i need to see that kid healing from what other people said to him while Tim heals from what those people used to say about him

[novelconcepts]

One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?

Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.

From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.

[fairytwles]

[soranatus]

Don’t ever call me Superboy!

[tipsygnostalgix]

[soop-jpg]

happy one week of pride! i have lesbian brainrot its incurable and probably terminal

[marinolastnamestan]

[tenthousandyearsx]

Suddenly, I turned my head and saw [Sung Hyunjae] staring at the sea. Though he should have looked somewhat shabby being drenched like that, he had the kind of looks that seemed to deny any such notion. Noticing my gaze, he turned to me and smiled silently. That sight… How should I put it? For the first time, Sung Hyunjae looked like a person. Of course, I still couldn’t say we were on the same level. He was a human being so different from me that he could be considered a world apart. Yet right now, he felt somewhat new. I found myself a bit curious. What kind of person was he? Skills, Abilities, S-Class Hunter, Guild Leader, and so on. I knew quite a bit about that side of him, but I was completely in the dark about the rest. Still, having seen him frequently over the past couple of months, we had developed a certain closeness. He must have had a childhood, too. Surely, he must have experienced some hardships in life. Though that might not fit his persona. “Don’t smile; I might get fond of you.” “Haven’t you already?” “Not at all.” “I have, though.” What nonsense was he saying again? I couldn’t say anything to his smiling face, so I turned my head away. Ah, I was really tired in so many ways.

"Han Yoojin." Sung Hyunjae approached me, holding his phone in one hand. He showed me the screen with my number displayed on it. The name part was completely blank. "Is there something you'd like?" "…Are you asking me?" "Who else should I ask?" "Item" had been erased. Sung Hyunjae's eyes quietly looked down at me. Despite his light tone, his gaze felt heavy. If I'm not an item he owns or plans to own, he might treat me worse than before. A single mistake could lead to merciless retaliation. To stand side by side with someone is like that. Showing generosity and kindness is reserved for those beneath you. I took the phone. If I wrote the original name again here, we'd go back to our previous relationship. [...] I tapped the keyboard a few times and returned the phone to Sung Hyunjae. "I guess we’ll be business partners, you and I. I trust that we can work well together from now on, Sung Hyunjae-ssi." "I’ll be looking forward to it." Looking forward to it? That sounded ominous. Sung Hyunjae looked at his phone and slightly changed the name. "My partner." "…Why are you adding that again?" I tried to protest, but he turned away without even pretending to listen.

– The S Classes that I Raised – Chapter 187: Sung-ssi's Birthday (5)

[ectonurites]

being a kon el fan is suffering. just saw that action comics leak. dont talk to me im in mourning

[lottieurl]

sound of the summer? moans, high pitched screams, loud breathing and vocalizing

[anyachristinaemmanuellajenkins]

Averno by Louise Glück

[mysinkingsun]

Lottienat come back please

[fairytwles]

natalie! she’s behind you it’s ok! you’re looking in the wrong direction!