Silly Meme With The Sillies For HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! :3

someone on twitter said something along the lines of “shauna would be okay with being queer if she wasn’t in love with jackie and jackie would be okay with being in love with shauna if that didn’t make her queer” and if this isn’t the epitome of their relationship then idk what is

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Some insane, narratively-significant details in the first episode of Yellowjackets, from the set designers, costume designers and directors:

- The journal separating Shauna and Jackie:

- Taissa’s wallpaper being a forest, linked to her trauma due to the wolf attack and to her sleepwalking:

- Jackie and Shauna’s jackets and necklaces having very few differences, hinting at how deeply intertwined their lives/identities are:

- Natalie in front of fireplaces, as fire will destroy the cabin right after her coronation and she’ll have the front seat to the fires during the… dinners:

- Natalie already singled out from the team due to very different shoes:

- Natalie’s bullet necklace, as both her past and future are linked to firearms:

- The Shauna antlers, right after putting on the necklace of doom, just as she’s (already) entering an altered state of mind:

- Ben’s right leg being already cut off:

- The colors of their tamagotchis, which are Jackie’s color panel for college:

- The enormous amount of Jackie symbolism:

• Poppies surrounding a picture of Jackie and Shauna in Jackie’s room, as the wallpaper of Shauna’s teen room though she was trying to cover it, on Shauna and Jeff’s wedding cake

• The pattern of Jackie’s dress as a painting in Shauna’s house (on the far right):

• Shauna going from wearing a heart necklace without a gold chain before the plane, to a heart necklace with a gold chain, to a gold chain without a heart:

Enid, during botany class: Miss Thornhill, I accidentally dropped my seed into my mouth and then I accidentally ate it. Am I going to have a carnivorous plant grow inside my belly?

Miss Thornhill: Well—

Wednesday: Yes.

Miss Thornhill: Wednesday that’s enough. Be more careful with your materials next time and you’ll be fine Enid.

Enid: Oh thank god!

Wednesday, whispering into Enid’s ear: For a while at least. But once the plant is fully matured it will cease hiding and turn on you. It’s roots burrowing into your organs making it impossible to remove without killing you. And once it knows it has you trapped it will start eating you from the inside out until you die choking up thorns and your own partially digested flesh.

Enid: *faints*

Yoko: You know if you keep scaring her like that she’s going to break up with you.

Wednesday, confused: What do you mean scaring her? I was flirting.

not to be dramatic or anything but…

i think a hug from jenna ortega would solve all my problems <3🫂

wednesday’s out for blood and making yoko spill all of hers ft. enid dropping the world’s most obvious hints and wednesday being the blindest motherfucker to walk the earth

tying you to me 

Commissioned the wonderful @just-an-ari to create a scene based on the lovely @bee-nutauthor 's Wednesday!MafiaAU story "Indelible Marks on our Hearts (Tear Worlds Apart)." Rating M

And it came out AMAZING.

Enid: I’m bored. Let’s do something fun.

Wednesday: What do you have in mind?

Enid: Let’s play some childhood games. Get that old school joy.

Wednesday: Alright. Tag, you’re it. *stabs Yoko*

Enid: Wednesday! Oh my god!!

Yoko: *casually pulls the knife out* Could you not do that right now? I’m trying to read.

Wednesday: Did that bring you joy, Enid?

Enid: I don’t- *faints*

Wednesday: I’m going to take that as a no.

Yoko: For what it’s worth, I thought it was hilarious.

Tamber - Why did it have to be you?

guys… i have stellatrix fics half written in my word. I’m too sad to continue 😔😔 if someone gives me motivation i might write the rest idk. anyways enjoy this angsty oneshot heheheh. Also i realise that if i write in character POVs, my writing is wayy better so enjoy the new format.

NOT PROOFREAD

The Tara mental breakdown scene we deserved.

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Tara’s POV

BANG! “You were a shitty girlfriend.” Amber is shot to the ground, blood pooling out of the gunshot wound on the side of her head. The one that I shot. Sam is speaking, I don’t know what she’s saying. My ex-girlfriends half burnt face is staring at me. Ex. Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone it could’ve been. The one person who said she would never hurt me. I guess that was a lie as well.

Sam tries to keep my prying eyes away from Ambers body, but it’s addicting. She didn’t know Richie as long as I had known Amber. She didn’t know Amber much either. I hobble over, ignoring Sam’s calls behind me and fall to my knees. Sobbing more and more. Not my Amber. Not my Amber. But no matter how hard I try to get it out of my head. It was my Amber who did this. It was her who killed Dewey, it was her who killed Liv, it was her who attacked me. But why? A movie? Stupid me. Stupid Amber. Sobs continue to rack through my body. People are running into her house.

Someone is pulling me back. Probably Sam. “No, no, no. SAM LET ME GO! NO!” She mutters a watery sorry. “Please Sam. Please,” I finally look at her. “Tara… she’s gone. She did this to herself.” I shake my head. “Stop.” I whisper.

I look back over to Amber who is being put into a body bag. So this is real. Sam and I follow the people who carry amber out and we go to an ambulance waiting for us. They do whatever paramedics do and Sam comes and sits next to me. “Tara, I saw how much you loved her. I’m sorry.” I try to look anywhere but her. “Tara look at me.” I comply staring at her. “You’ll be ok. Maybe not right now, maybe not in a month. But, I’ll be here for you. So will Mindy and I think Chad’s alive so he will too.” I faintly smile. “I loved her Sam. She was my first love. My first kiss. My first time. It’s hard. Is it hard for you too?” She nods grabbing my hand. “I understand that in a sense. How about after this is all over we get out of here? After school of course. We move to New York City or something, does that sound good?” I smile not saying a word. Maybe it will get better. Maybe it won’t.