A Dashing Deer Dyke

Simple: Grace was a mother protecting her daughter.

Lisa had no idea what was going on with her parents back at the Juke Joint, so it’s not hard to believe that she would’ve let her father into the store, thus getting her killed and possibly turned. Grace only killed one person, yes: that person being her husband, because then he wouldn’t be used as a means to get access to Lisa.

I’ve seen arguments being made that they could’ve waited another couple of minutes; okay, say they did? Now what? Are they supposed to abandon their community, continuing running—never establishing a true home—in the hopes that the vampires don’t eventually catch up to them? Bo would’ve caught up to Grace eventually, there’s only so much hiding you can do.

Not to mention, the vampires weren’t the only active threat. They still had the Klan on their tail, a whole group with an arsenal of weapons and people to back them up. Plain and simple, it’s easy for us to say we would’ve done this or that, because we have never been put in that predicament. Grace was acting like a mom who was terrified of her baby being hurt, and sorry to say, that trumps people you knew way back in the day.

“No POC solidarity—” So this is going to shock you, but some people of color have kids. Some have kids that they care very deeply about, kids that they would do absolutely anything for.

I hate that “solidarity between people of color doesn’t exist” is a topic even being entertained right now, because it’s clear you guys think that the woman who sacrificed herself to save her baby girl was a selfish white-adjacent, just because she didn’t put some co-workers above her family. 💀💀

I love Grace Chow, Grace Chow Did Nothing Wrong, Her Husband Was Fine Af (RIP), GRACE CHOW GET BEHIND ME.

This is framed as one sided dialogue from two video calls between sisters. Inspired by @fawnbardseer and I

CW: incest, implied predation, financial domination

There has been something weighing on my mind for quite a while now. It's just kinda been eating at me and festering under my skin since it first popped into my brain and I need to be able to put it out somewhere. So I apologize, if this seems dated or irrelevant, or especially upsetting or graphic, but I have been sitting on it for a while and I need to get it off my chest because I can't bear to keep this to myself any longer:

And it gives that question a name and a physical presence and a weight and an aesthetic and a horror. It's like TV static. It's like falling asleep on the car ride home. It's like living with a light inside you crawling to get out. It's like suffocating to death. It follows that thought to its logical conclusion and, in a frankly extremely painful and hard-to-watch but deeply needed way, excruciatingly draws out what that looks like. Suspended animation. Stasis. A life that is not your life.

they just know if they were together any longer, the bread would be ruined