#misty posts

[walnut-mist]

I never thought I would get emotional about characters having acne of all things, but then I saw season 1 of Young Royals.

#i just #my friends must think i'm a lunatic harping on about how special the acne is to me #but it IS #the characters have real skin thay real teenagers have and its just like. there. its not short hand for being gross. #felice has acne and she's the most popular desired girl in school #wille has acne and he's the goddamn main character and prince of sweden #i have a lot of feels about it actually #young royals #misty posts

[b0n3s-b1tch]

having a panic attack while high rly do hit different

#hits worse i think im dying #misty posts

[mizgnomer]

Trouble in the 1800's - Good Omens

The next time we see them together Crowley asks for holy water. What did they do to the poor dear?

#good omens #david tennant #michael sheen #what did they do to him? #the poor dear #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #gos2 #Edinburgh in 1827 #St. James Park in 1862 #nothing they can do to him #will keep crowley away from aziraphale #(but aziraphale rejecting him will keep him away for a while) #(until aziraphale needs rescuing again) #making myself get misty-eyed #good omens 2 #gos2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #stuff i posted #crowley and aziraphale

[duckshuffled]

⚠️ severe weather! ⚠️

bonus worth 100 dollar

#ttcc #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #rainmaker #misty monsoon #hi. pretend it didn't take me 4 months to post anything ok? #i finally got around to making a design for misty (challenge because i never draw humans) and wanted something to show for it #and then i spent way too many hours staring at this canvas. free me #aside from that i am really proud of how this turned out it was a lot of new things for me. so yay! #i am also happy with their design in a full piece. it's not very different but i liked looking up weather-related instruments anyway #umm go see pearl squidslugs for more of this design bug beat me to it. ok smile #my art

[yourmumsc0ck]

Yellowjackets + AO3 tags

#I'm actually so sorry #biblically accurate girl dinner #I should never have posted this #snackie jackie gaylor #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #yellowjackets spoilers #jackieshauna #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #lottienat #misty quigley

[poketcg-art]

#not tcg #komiya moomoo milk my old friend.......... ive come to talk with you again............ #not even bothering to include the misty's tears #if i have to explain why its banned its already a very bad look to post it #also you do not have to AGREE with the reason they were censored outside japan #im just giving you the reasons listed that they were

[ivebeendressingforrevenge]

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets text posts #natalie scatorccio #misty quigley #jackie taylor #van palmer #vanessa palmer #lottie matthews #coach ben #ben scott #shauna shipman #jackieshauna

[wowzashipman]

even more (??) Yellowjackets text posts

#yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #yj #yellowjackets text posts #yellowjackets memes #shauna shipman #misty quigley #nat scatorccio #lottie matthews #laura lee #jackie taylor #callie sadecki

[walnut-mist]

#its for a fic and y'all would really help me out by voting #ted lasso #jamie tartt #polls #ted lasso polls #misty posts

[b0n3s-b1tch]

theres this mutual on here i have a bit of a crush on and i want to talk to him but im so fucking anxious that he wont like me lmao

#im fucking pathetic lmao #misty posts

[sexybread-png]

everyones like.. lottienat mistynat blablabla what abt lottie misty and nat?

(anyways, theyre going on a date<3)

#yellowjackets #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #lottienat #mistynat #lottiemistynat #mistylottie #misty x natalie #misty x lottie #lottie x natalie #okok whatever #i hope this finds the right ppl #my ppl #BAH #repost bc i posted on wrong blog oops

[cherubcleric]

hello yellowjackets fandom

#🐇 posts! #yellowjackets #96yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #yellowjacketscentral #yellowjacketsource #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #misty x natalie

[novelconcepts]

There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #long post #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #the question not being how do you survive the wilderness. the question being how do you come BACK. #the way each of them tries so hard to keep moving forward #unable to untangle the girl in the woods from the adult suffering in polite society #how the world doesn’t want to hear about the pain or the night terrors or the sleepwalking or the addiction #the world wants the bright colors and the flash-bang headlines #the world doesn’t want who they are. who they had to be. it wants pretty perfect tragedy #that specialized environment lives on in each one of them every day #but it’s not a place anyone else can ever go #how do you feed that for so long and then just…stop? #constantly thinking about nat saying we didn’t make it out. none of us. #because no. no they didn’t. the girls died the minute that rescue chance did. what came back was risen from those ashes

[ballpitbee]

COLLAR SQUAD

#I CAN POST THIS NOW YAY #toontown #toontown corporate clash #benjamin biggs #bellringer #misty monsoon #rainmaker #insider

[ivebeendressingforrevenge]

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets text posts #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #jackieshauna #natalie scatorccio #travis martinez #van palmer #vanessa palmer #taissa turner #taivan #laura lee #lottie matthews #lottielee #nattravis #misty quigley #mistynat