the thing is, in terms of yellowjackets’ plot it makes perfect sense that jackie dies. the fact that she symbolises normalcy and civilisation so she has to for the rest of the group to spiral completely into cannibalism and cultism. and with the more basic fact that jackie obviously has the least amount of survival skills in the group like why would she be one of the survivors out of everyone? and yet actually thinking about her death tears me up inside so much. that she was killed by alienation from the group, as someone who was supposed to be their leader. that she died thinking shauna hated her. that she was killed by both her and shauna’s own stubbornness. that her death was Completely avoidable. and that any other night staying outside wouldn’t have killed her at all. dying in her sleep, possibly the tamest way to die out in the wilderness and yet the most haunting
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Sam cloning himself as a young adult. He’s lived thousands of lifetimes but only one childhood
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wow 5:45am is not the best time to read parts of a book from the 1800s about how the small town my dad is from was formed
it's just. it's horrific, guys. was enlightened to a whole new side of colonisation tonight
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i know quinn probably eats everything provided it’s not a raw vegetable but—
okay the fishing thing got me thinking like did. what if. quinn just plucks this flailing fish out of the water and watches eliot’s life flash before his eyes,, but instead of the logical conclusion of drowned cat = eliot mad he’s like oh. i know eliot. yes. must eat fish. proceeds to take a bite out of the fish in his hands but eliot barrels into him head first & 2 drowned rat hitters later that’s the last time quinn gets to go on an outing
—but then in my brain there’s a. side au. qwat lite. where quinn is vegetarian or vegan or somewhere in between but doesn’t eat meat and when everyone (eliot) finds out and stares at him like okay……this is a twist, but manageable, frantically whipping up something new, comments at this time pls he’s in a mission to make the best meatless version of—but quinn who can’t take a hint is like “meat is murder murder is bad” & eliot has an aneurysm on the spot
this is. pebbles this is SO unhinged,
so my personal "quinn is weird about food" hcs mostly stem from like... "textures are weird and also it's entirely possible that my food is poisoned if i haven't made it myself. i do not want to make it myself. i am eating sealed instant garbage thank you" and i would HOPE that he knows that taking a big chomping bite out of a freshwater fish WOULD detonate his digestive system HOWEVER
the image of quinn going "haha i grab fish like bear, i will pretend to bite the fish, like a bear" and eliot immediately being like. "this fuckin unfathomable moron's gonna give himself Miscellaneous Stomach Disease and I'LL have to take CARE of him" and promptly tackling him into the water is. so good. quinn is banned from outings. the fish escapes unharmed
and on an entirely separate note, quinn either genuinely or For The Bit transforming into a Meat Is Murder vegan mid-conversation is fucking hysterical
"meat is murder, animals have thoughts and feelings and killing them is just as wrong as killing people" says quinn, exactly like he's reciting something he memorized from a flyer someone handed him once (he's reciting something he memorized from a flyer someone handed him once)
"quinn" says eliot, "you kill people"
"yeah"
"professionally"
"is this relevant"
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I love it when I’m in the car, and I make a completely incidental pun and I see the people I’m with try to suppress a smile while saying “GET OUT…” or “you know, haro, it’s a long walk home…”
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Broken Binaries (DCA SR AU)
Sun hated days like this. Don’t get him wrong, he loved their little ranch out in the Celestial Forest, where they were the caretakers of all the sun and moon slimes of the Far, Far Range, but there were days when he hated being a caretaker. Well, that wasn’t fair to their little Binaries either. He loved them, almost as much as he loved his own twin, but…
Sun hated having to deal with broken Binaries. He loved them as much as he hated that they were broken, and that there was nothing he nor Moony could do to fix it, except put one of the slimes in their care out of their misery.
They agreed that they couldn’t give up yet though, not if there was even the slimmest chance they could fix things. Sun watched the furious Solar slam into the reinforced corral walls, their distorted wails muffled but never fully muted. Even without hearing it, he knew that across the ranch, a lonely Lunar quietly cried.
No, they couldn’t give up on them, not yet.
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