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something something natalie and jackie being two sides of the same coin, forced into a role of leadership they aren't able to handle, any choices that directly defy the yellowjackets beliefs ostracise them further from the group... but also shauna and nat parallels of being forced to do traumatising things with no recognition or acknowledgement of how traumatising it is or how it will affect them....and ultimately shauna resenting both jackie and nat and wanting that leadership and power as we see with her relationship with Melissa...the evolution of how she presents herself now that jackie is gone...yet not being able to fully understand how it destroyed jackie and nat...also nat having to deal with the death of another father figure that she gets all the blame for...yellowjackets is so fun
ik jackie taylor is seething over 50 shades of shipman and melissa rn.....
hi hello thinking about how neither lottie or taissa is advocating for their sight or championing themselves.
lottie quietly doing the best she can to lean into what she hopes is real to give the others protection and faith, yes! but it isnât I CAN LEAD YOU (especially this season) itâs I can quietly do the things that canât hurt, in case they help. it canât hurt to prick my finger and theyâve come back safe so far and Iâm aware of my mental health Iâm OH so aware and I know the dangers of delusions being proven correct by happenstance by setting up an infallible cause and effect by building my own reality BUT but. itâs just a prick and itâs just a sip and if I donât do it now and they donât come back safe then I AM the reason. it canât hurt IT CANâT HURT.
but see, now sheâs stuck. sheâs wedged into this place of having followers and she canât tell them how she feels, partly because she isnât even sure how she feels to begin with because nothing is real and everything is far too real!! (because BECAUSE lottielee jackieshauna parallels and so much post laura lee was not in our view, we didnât fall as deep deep deep into the rabbit hole with lottie as we did with shauna, but this season has confirmed it for us. lottie and shauna both lost reality when they lost Them and they were both already girls with a loose grip of reality to begin with) so itâs That, but itâs also because she isnât Lottie The Girl From New Jersey Who Shoplifts, sheâs not herself, sheâs what they make of her. sheâs Lottie The Reason We Will Survive This.
she was on the other side of this dynamic, she felt that anger at jackie, she felt that sense of betrayal, she felt that letdown, that rebellion in her heart. because jackie wasnât serving them the way they wanted needed craved being served. jackie couldnât be that person. jackie who had been divisive in her leadership before they even crashed, because what is leadership if not a spotlight that people can adjust to make you glow like something ethereal or to point out all your flaws with great illumination? jackie had larger than life expectations put on her (and they were warm and sunny and positive some of the time yes, but that all curdles when itâs left in the spotlight too long.)
so suddenly lottie is divisive. there are teams around her and against her and myth built up, but the myth isnât that sheâs the bratty unhelping girl who gets whatever she wants like it became for jackie, the myth is she is our only hope. she is our savior and salvation and seer. and she doesnât need to even say anything to make that so. jackie didnât need to say anything to make them color her selfish (other, but bad). lottie doesnât need to say anything to make them color her anointed (other, but good). she is girl vessel, girl hopes, girl dreams, a witch hunt where she Better Be A Witch.
doomcoming lottie snapped. she was On drugs and she was Off drugs and she was tired and she gave them something to cling to that they could shape into more with the seeds of the past (bear and blood and you get the picture) that theyâd already been trying to plant in her image. (jackie did the same that night. she snapped, she yelled, she gave them something to cling to that they could shape into more with the seeds of the past that theyâd already been trying to plant in her image, do you SEE??)
and of COURSE natalie understands both lottie and jackie. of course she knows what itâs like to be doing nothing but your best, to not want the responsibility, to be seen more as liability than asset, even though the only reason you can fail so hard is because you provide so much. before the crash and after, because girl carrying the weight of family secrets and girl who bears their insecurities and girl who SEES that they are insecure so she cannot even bring herself to be ANGRY with them and girl who hunts. girl who hunts and feeds, but now who hikes and disappoints, because there is no game to bring home, but that can only be Her Failure because it is Her Contribution, do you hear me are you with me??
so natalie walks for miles and she eulogizes jackie and she steps out of her reward her one small comfort and she makes sure that lottie sinks into the hot water and she apologizes, she apologizes, she apologizes. because maybe sheâs mad, maybe she says it isnât fair in the heat of the moment, but at the end of the day she knows who she is and what she is and all that theyâve made her and she carries that responsibility. (like jackie the girl she wasnât home to save and lottie the girl she doesnât know how to reach. itâs too late for them, there are no words to undo it. jackie was sealed when she made captain and natalie was sealed when she pulled the trigger and lottie was sealed when she warned van.)
and taissa finally TAISSA. she has hidden her secret. little girl looking in the mirror and seeing something that shouldnât be there and older girl who is hearing things that she shouldnât hear and leading people places she shouldnât be able to lead them to. she doesnât want it and sheâs made it the Most Known of them all. donât tell lottie, donât tell the others, donât bring it up. and van who champions her so naturally, so routinely, so lovingly for all the normal things. van who believes in the supernatural. van who has simply refused to die. van canât hold it in anymore, because taissaâs sight Brought Back Javi. but tai doesnât want her to mention it to the others. tai is perceptive and tai understands power struggles and sheâs tired and hates this part of herself and sheâs scared and sheâs logical and she doesnât want to Be Lottie (not lottie the girl from New Jersey who shoplifts, but lottie who better be a witch).
so maybe Iâm seeing things myself, maybe Iâm reading too deep, but hereâs what I saw in old wounds.
lottie, who sits quietly while the others discuss her prophecy. lottie, who seems to have developed an openness to a different view of jackie in her death, because she was girl there and now sheâs girl gone and she served them again in death and maybe lottie didnât quite have the right idea of her and maybe lottie is in her seat now, in a way. lottie, who wanders into the snow without ever really agreeing because it was never really a choice, and cuts her hand because it canât hurt IT CANT HURT.
natalie, who signed up to hunt when it was spring and warm and possible, who knows that it will be hers always and forever now. natalie, who will always be the reason they are starving, more than the reason they are fed. natalie, who is jealous of the girl who is bone, because she was allowed death. natalie, who has sympathy for all of them and knows that lottie has been made her rival through the mechanisms of group projection than her own volition. so she bathes her and tends to her and apologizes to her.
taissa, who has always been a leader and always been under scrutiny but did so in a way She Could Control. taissa, whose deepest secrets are being unfolded before her eyes because she canât stop herself from divulging them when she is unconscious. taissa, who might start to think that maybe lottie didnât ask for this.
so jackie is bone, and natalie is hunter, and lottie is seer, and taissa might be even more so. natalie alone in the realm of the mundane (for this), but aware of them all, so Iâll set her aside for a moment.
jackie accidentally opened the door to this spiritualism. she was the seance and doomcoming (and the first communion), but she didnât mean for it to be that. she meant to cheer them up.
lottie thought that jackie had it wrong, thought that she didnât use her position to protect the girls, because she refused to work with the woods and lottie tries to save them and protect them and negotiate with the wilderness for them.
taissa thinks that lottie has it wrong, because she feeds into their delusions and her power is a runaway train in this setting and taissa wants to keep them alive in the best way. the practical way. except that logical leadership never led to anything out here and her other self, her spiritual self, found javi after months.
pedestals and wrecking balls and clearer views once youâre hoisted up with the girls on them. girls who are not Them but who are What Others Say. shauna dictating jackie and mari dictating lottie and van dictating taissa and everyone dictating natalie. everyone meaning the best and riding the high of delivering it, until itâs cut out from beneath them. you donât go from great to fine. the mighty donât fall to land on a straw bed with the rest of them, thanks for trying and welcome back. they are Icarus and their love for the others is flight and their belief that They Can Do It Better is the sun and the sun burns. in death or in life or in dreams.
and maybe in old wounds lottie understood jackie a little more and taissa understood lottie a little more and nat, who has always been able to understand them all, can watch and wait and hope that it changes things. but it wonât. because they arenât driving their own stories anymore.
so theyâll hunt and theyâll bleed and theyâll walk in their sleep and, no matter what they say or donât say, the others will fill in the gaps.
shauna shipman is so tragic to me because like...the girl who you shared your very being with dies and each segment of you that holds her is slowly rotting away. You sit beside her corpse and while your guilt and malice and devotion can hold her form, it won't feed your hunger. So you eat her ear, because you will always be the first to consume her, then the other girls eat her too because nothing gets to be yours alone when it comes to her. But her flesh feeds your baby, and when you give birth, she becomes part of him too. Then he dies too, and you bury him in the snow, so he can be yours alone, so he can know the cold like Jackie did. And then your rescued, and you latch onto anything that remains of her. Her favorite flower covers your walls, you see her parents every week, her boyfriend is yours and your daughter is her. And then you realise, they can be taken too. So you isolate yourself, let that severing wound she left become necrotic, because you've tried healing it with others, but it just takes them too. Then you meet a guy. He's funny and makes you feel young, and he's devoted to you the way she was. And that rotting wound begins to seal up. But you grow suspicious, and those months of fear fog your mind, and your scared, so you do what you know best. You bite. And now he's dead. And the wound is open again.

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Something something Natalie's death being ruled an overdose and how even in death she cannot find peace or escape from the judgments or assumptions made about her due to a coping mechanism, however unhealthy, she developed only after society failed her as nothing but a child, something something death being labeled the great equaliser yet proving time and time again not to be, proving that the memory is far to great an stain on it's supposed equality to ever truly balance anything, something something Jackie and Nat parallels and Jackie being remembered as the image she projected of herself that fell apart outside organised society and Nat being reduced to the image others projected onto her that she was only ever given the chance to break free of after the established rules of organised society fall apart, something something how no matter who they are at their core they will forever be reduced to what they were perceived, forever assumed and never understood, something something the reduction of them both to predetermined roles for the dead and the stripping of both their individual personhood being not at all surprising on reflection, just a microcosm of girlhood and womanhood itself, something about how in that way, perhaps death dose equalise after all, if only in the manner in which societies reflection after robs these girls of their human complexity.
One can so easily find vitriol for Jackie Taylor. She is perceived in life as she is preserved in death. A fantasy, an ideal, a pretty wealthy girl full of talent and potential, the tragedy of her death coming more from who she was and was she could offer than the inherent value of human life. Her legacy is one that would not have been afforded to any of the other girls had they met her same fate, the romanticisation of her life and personhood leading to her memory slotting effortlessly into the perfect dead girl, the only role any girl is allowed to take up space in, the perfect victim. But with romanticisation comes demonisation, with this overblown dehumanising editing of personality to perfection comes envy and resent and bitterness.
It is so easy to hate Jackie, because she is the unattainable standard girls are held to. She is what girls are told they must be, what society at large tells them is valuable, she is someone able to be missed to be remembered. She is all those things, and yet she is still human. She is not an awful horrible relentless bitch, her morality the price paid for this respect and success in societies game. She has her moments of cruelty, yes, but they mostly stem from misplaced frustration and protectiveness or deep seated and well deserved hurt. And she spends more screen time showing care, love, kindness, or protectiveness than she does cruelty. She is not an angel, the 'oh you just want to hate her but she's just too good' girl. She is flawed, she hurts people, she is complex and the narrative shows this to us.
But what can you do with a girl like that? You can't blindly hate her with no further thought, write her off as nothing but a bitch. She is messy and complicated, she provokes messy and complicated feelings. People feel, in a way, that she managed to escape or cheat the shackles of girlhood somehow. She played the game and reaped the reward. They are resentful of the softness and leniency shown to her that would never be afforded to others, resent the relative ease of her life pre-crash with others who they feel more deserving of it.
But Jackie is so terribly unhappy. She is so preoccupied with what other people think, it matters to her, it has to. People will always find ways to survive and this is the way she has, she has found a place for herself in the world where she is held in high regard, where she is loved and valued and missed and praised and envied. She didn't become the societal ideal by accident. This is careful this is curated, this a choice and one with a heavy cost. A hearty reward yes, an enviable one, but one that comes the the weight of standers no one could never hope to maintain.
It is so easy to hate Jackie Taylor, this complex, flawed, ultimately loving and caring girl as you see her reduced to the perfection she sold her happiness and true self to maintain, as you see those around her demonised and dehumanised in different ways. But Jackie's treatment is a form of dehumanisation in and of itself. The person she was wasn't good enough to miss, they had to sand it down, smooth her out, turn her from a hurt young girl who didn't deserve what happened to her, a girl just like the rest of them if only with a more dramatic end, to the perfect victim, the pretty, forever smiling dead girl.
Jackie twisted herself into pieces trying to be what society wanted her to be, what girlhood dictated her place to be. She did so successfully enough to garner resent and anger and vitriol and bitterness, she did so well enough to well earn the consequences. And it still wasn't enough.
Jackie Taylor will haunt me forever the way she haunts Shauna, because her death is the first in the show that truly feels like death often does in real life: sudden and anticlimactic and like so much is left incomplete.
We don't really know anything about the ones who died in the crash, and Laura Lee's death has this poetic sense of sacrificial rightness about it, she got on that plane knowing it might not work, she got to say goodbye, her arc as saved-turned-prospective savior is complete. Her arc as saved-by-God turned killed-by-whatever-rules-in-the-wilderness is complete. She passes on her faith and dies a grand, dramatic death (literally goes out with a bang).
But Jackie. Jackie is nothing if not loose threads and 'wait, that's it?'s. She's this character who we first see having sex with her boyfriend and not enjoying it, looking at herself in the mirror in fractured reflections and clearly experiencing deep turmoil about her sense of self vs image, glancing longingly and guiltily at her best friend even as she keeps up the act of golden girl, getting called the leader and uniting force of the Yellowjackets. In the first episode alone we are already presented with all the pieces that could shape up to be a fascinating puzzle once solved.
And those very interesting glimpses of what her arc of self-discovery and self-acceptance may look like (both in, like, a queer way but also in a dropping her façade of Perfect It Girl Who Knows What She's Doing way) (or maybe a darker, self-loathing and continued denial arc, I'm not picky!) get reinforced over and over: it turns out she's not a very good leader. She has sex with Travis and seems to have another moment of 'welp, that didn't work'. She finds out Shauna's had sex with someone and is clearly hurt by it beyond 'you didn't tell me'. She's jealous of how close Shauna is with Tai. She turns out not to be a very good team player when she doesn't get to lead. We know she dies, we think she will be hunted down by a pack of mad women and slaughtered in a frenzy of hatred or something else breathtaking and dramatic.
And then... she dies. She dies, not in a big explosion or with an act of inhumane violence. She dies in the cold, unseen, afters very stereotypical teenage girl fight with her best friend, and any possible character arc she might have had dies with her. Her death is the catalyst for so many things that will be crucial to the other girl's arcs, but her own is just... done. Just like that. No more possibilities for her. No more of her dealing with internalized heteronormativity, no exploration of her relationship with her parents, no hating or loving Shauna, no more anything. She's dead. Who is Jackie Taylor when societal conventions are stripped away and she is the rawest, most honest version of herself? Someone who dies, alone and hurt and heartbroken. Someone who becomes ostracized from a group she once understood to the point that there is no other way forward but for her to die. A teen girl, with insecurities and drama that in another life she might've looked back as an adult and consider overblown.
Shauna tells Jackie during their final fight that she will peak in high school, and she does. Her development ends in high school, the scattered pieces of her complexities and flaws and potential are blown to the wind and left to be picked up by Shauna in her flawed, subjective recollection. Who could Jackie Taylor have turned out to be if she hadn't died? No one. There is no version of this story in which Jackie makes it out of the wilderness. And so the threads of all the possible paths of her development are left for us and Shauna to pick up and fantasize about, without ever knowing for sure which of them, if any, might have come true.
I think that's why her death is the most tragic, because it feels the most realistic. No chase through the woods, no explosion, no brave sacrifice, no unnameable violence except for a few cruel words. She just... dies. Alone and cold and dreaming of being warm and loved and of her best friend saying back the words Jackie once said to her ('You're my best friend. You know that, right?'). She dies and any meaning attributed to that death is done so after the fact, because it in itself is just fucking... simple and fucking tragic.
And that's the thing, right? She just dies, and the flavor of her death is that of losing a loved one abruptly and going 'wait, what about their plans? their dreams? the version of themselves they'll never get to grow into? what about the unfinished conversations and the half-read book on their bedside table and the goodbyes they didn't get to say and the aspects of their personality they didn't get to develop or change? what do you mean they're just gone and their story is finished without satisfying closure? what do you mean any choice about who they were when alive and who they would've turned into is now up to the ones left behind? It doesn't make any sense. It's not fair.' And it doesn't! And it's not! It's just how it is!
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