I’m which @opalsiren speaks to my soul once more
I’ve started and then deleted this post a bunch before
bc it’s like… 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 lmao
but ok so a lot about me under the cut and tw for 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈 🩵
a reason I’ve always gravitated to Charlotte is absolutely bc I am a tall and curvier girlie and we don’t see that physical type much as anything besides like
frumpy.
like you can be short and midsized and it’s cute
or tall and thin obv
but being tall and midsized, I don’t want to say “normal sized” (bc what is normal size, but I am fighting the language that has always existed in my brain here)
but I guess I will call it a more common size for actual women and girls than it’s portrayed
being that size has not traditionally fit any archetypes.
lil side note but I went to school for acting, my class was all cis women and our professor was a middle aged man bc you know, school. and he did this exercise where each of us would stand on stage and the rest of the group would typecast the person. on paper yeah could be useful but really it was just about judging each others’ bodies right.
so I was always a “character” type (not like a lead ingenue or love interest) and sometimes it could be a sexy character or a desirable character, but usually it was a Mother or a Queen or some other older and/or authoritative role bc being tall and not having a willowy build meant I couldn’t be a love interest objectively. and if it was a sexy character it was also a comedic character or a “bimbo”
(side side note my best friend then and still a good friend now was the classic ingenue type, and we were always lowkey being pitted against each other and only realized it in the past few years being out of that environment. and she would get comments, again from faculty, that she was too thin so ya know. we love womanhood.)
okay but anyway I promise I’m getting back to Charlotte here
seeing a tall girl with even a slightly bigger build than the usual main girl aesthetic was is huge, bc for all the ways the writing failed her, Charlotte is still a love interest. we know she won’t get the guy, but Lewis and Cleo and the audience at least see her as a potential romantic partner and it’s not a joke that she likes Lewis bc she’s frumpy and unattractive and taller than him.
she’s very powerful. she’s a mermaid. she’s intellectual and she’s a theatre kid, and it’s just a facet of her character, not in service of making her dorky.
I don’t mind that she’s a villain. what really bothers me the most, personally, about what was done to Charlotte is that she wants to be accepted by this group of very traditionally hot, skinny 2000s girlies and is bullied and excluded by them at every turn. that is my supervillain origin story lol.
so if they just went all the way and made her a bitch (affectionate) from the very beginning and she was a true supervillain, I would take that in stride. it also makes sense that the trio would have some resistance or insecurity about letting a new person into their group and that’s a pretty sincere conflict.
but instead of exploring that they just created a very grounded in reality lady that I really felt for bc she was meeee, gave her all these great traits that characters like that never got, and then made her othered in a way that was way too true to life without commenting on it at all.
uhh idk what my thesis here is really, just a lil thought dump on a Tuesday morning 🩵
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Steve and Eddie go through the whole adoption process in 1996, despite how difficult it was to find somewhere willing to help them at all and despite their conflicted feelings on adoption.
The way they saw it though, providing a loving home for a child who needed one was better than the alternative. Eddie had enough experience with temporary foster homes to know stability was better than constant moving and questionable foster parents.
They get a foster placement almost immediately, a six year old girl named Amelia. She’s quiet, but not in a way that worries them. She’s very focused, and enjoys going to school more than any regular children’s hobbies. Neither of them know what to do with that other than keep encouraging it.
She stays for months, months turn into a year, and the agency finally gives them the go ahead to complete the adoption process.
But they don’t do anything without talking to Amelia.
She’s happy there, her therapist signs off on it immediately and explains that Amelia has shown more personality development and less signs of trauma with them than she had even living at home. Not to mention they actually brought her to appointments, unlike her previous guardians.
To celebrate, they throw a party with all their friends and family and tell Amelia she can invite anyone from school she wants. She invites everyone.
Turns out their daughter is a social butterfly and is friends with everyone.
At the party, Eddie pulls out his guitar, plays a bunch of popular kid-friendly songs after a very scathing look from Steve as a reminder to behave.
Amelia walks over to him after a few songs, on a sugar high like he’d never seen on her before, and asks to play the guitar.
He’s hesitant, but not because he’s still protective of his guitars, more because he doesn’t want her to embarrass herself in front of her friends. Kids are cruel, even and especially at seven, and the last thing he wants is this to be the thing that kids talk about for the next ten years.
She sits on the couch and holds it, arranging her fingers…correctly. Eddie watches.
Steve is watching from across the room.
She starts strumming, very quietly at first, not as confident as she’d been a moment ago. And then she starts really playing.
It’s one of the songs Eddie wrote. He played it for the last four months nonstop as he perfected it, and she’d apparently been watching.
Eddie’s jaw is on the floor and he quickly looks over to Steve, who has a similar look of surprise on his face.
He doesn’t interrupt her. She makes it through the entire song.
She looks up.
“When did you learn to play guitar?” Eddie asks.
“When I was watching you.”
“But have you played before tonight?”
Amelia shook her head, looking down. “Didn’t wanna touch it without asking.”
Eddie pulls the guitar from her hands and sets it aside, then pulls her into his lap and hugs her. Steve sits down on the couch next to them, hand on her back.
“You can always ask, sweetie. And if you’re this interested and this natural, we can buy you your own guitar if you want. I didn’t think you were interested in playing.”
“I wanna be like you,” Amelia admitted against his shoulder.
Eddie was done for. He looked at Steve, half-panicked, trying not to cry in front of these people, but Steve wasn’t faring any better.
“Then we can go get you a guitar tomorrow. You can get your own picks, too. They might even have purple ones.”
“Can I have red? Like yours?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
It only took them two days after that to realize she could play by ear, just like Eddie.
And then it only took another day after that to realize she had taught herself to read music too.
They spent hours and hours every week playing together while Steve cooked dinner or checked her homework or just watched them.
When Eddie’s band decided to record another album and go on tour when Amelia was 12, Eddie insisted that she get to be on it.
She ended up helping write one of their songs, played on the track on the album, and with a lot of work, convinced Steve to let them homeschool her for the entire 8 months they’d be on tour so she could perform on stage with her dad.
“Can’t believe she’s not even genetically yours. Are you sure you didn’t have an affair?” Steve asked the night before they were leaving for Europe.
“When would I have had an affair? I came back to the tour bus or hotel with you every single night,” Eddie kissed him softly. “She’s amazing, huh?”
“She is. What happens when she wants to be a full blown rockstar like her dad too?”
“Then we make sure she’s protected and has good people around her like I have. She could be a rockstar easily. She’s got the talent and the presence,” Eddie smiled. “And she’s got me to make sure no one takes advantage of her. But she’s only 12. We’ve got time to worry about that later.”
“You’re bringing her onstage every single night all over the world for the next eight months, baby. I think later is now.”
Eddie sighed. “She’s gonna blow them all away. I’m proud of her. Let’s focus on that for now.”
And she did blow everyone away. The fans and the media had nothing but good things to say, and Steve didn’t have to go into overprotective mom mode at all until she was 15 and signing a record deal of her own.
But between Eddie and him, the entire industry knew better than to fuck with her or them.
They made rules, of course. School still came first, she still had required family events to be at, she still had regular friends at home. She wasn’t allowed at any parties, not even the events for award ceremonies.
But she didn’t really need those rules. She had no interest in parties or abandoning her friends or family, and she was a straight A student who still had hopes of getting into Brown for Journalism like her Aunt Nancy. She had a passion for music and wanted to share it, but not at the cost of the rest of her life.
And Eddie and Steve did everything they could to make sure she got to have everything. That’s what they’d promised her from day one.
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