#lexethan

Lexthan moodboard with Valentines inspo!

✰ self indulgent! ✰

Like even before I found out what happened with the actor (I just got back into starkid recently) I really feel like Ethan in Yellow Jacket is SO much better. Maybe it's bc I am a lesbian and I get easily put off by certain male characters but he was honestly too aggressive and abrasive? In BF.

The way the actor comes off most times compared to to YJ is so off putting to me.

Joey's Ethan is so much more endearing and soft, he feels like the great boyfriend and big brother he was supposed to be for the Foster sisters.

Just random thoughts bc I love Lex (Angela is MY woman) so I watch her scenes a lot.

Lex: What do you mean “rinse your pizzas??”

Hannah: When I get a frozen pizza, like one you bake in the oven, I rinse it in the sink. And then I bake it.

Tick, tick, tick. The seconds passed, one by one, the clicking of the clock in Hatchetfield High’s detention as monotonous as ever. Lex stared at the clock with pure indignation. She didn’t deserve to be here. Not this time, anyway. If the greater good mattered to anyone, anyway. She wouldn’t usually punch anyone, really. But she overheard some senior girls whispering and snickering in her general direction during study hall, which hadn’t bothered Lex at first. Then she heard a murmur of something like ‘and her crazy sister—’ and before Lex knew it, she’d walked three desks over and socked one of the bitches in the mouth.

Apparently, violence is never the answer, because the school took bullying so seriously.

Bullshit.

This was the sixth time Lex had been sent to detention within the first semester of high school alone, and that didn’t even begin to cover how she was always seen as “a problem child” in elementary school and “doomed to follow her mother’s footsteps” in junior high. There was no winning, Lex knew people had no faith in her. She couldn’t blame them, she didn’t either. Still, it would be nice if she could explain herself, even just once.

Lex rested her head on her arms. Just two hours until she could get out of this dump, and then she could go home, talk to Hannah for a bit, apologize for being held up, and then put another shitty day behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a boy who looked to be about a year older than her clad in a leather jacket sit down in the chair next to her.

He caught her looking and flashed a smile. Lex quickly looked away, but it was too late to escape an interaction.

“Hey,” the boy said.

“Hi,” Lex mumbled. She still really wasn’t in a mood to talk.

“My name’s Ethan,” the boy said.

“Hey,” Lex said, still not looking back up.

“And…you are?” Ethan asked.

“Lex,”

“Foster?”

“The one and only,” Lex sighed.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Ethan eventually spoke up again. “So what are you in for?”

“Punched someone,” Lex said flatly.

“Why?”

“If you must know,” Lex huffed, “they were talking shit about my little sister. That’s the one thing I don’t stand for.” She wasn’t sure why she was explaining herself. Bringing up Hannah would inevitably lead to scorn, she didn’t see a point in telling it all to a peer she barely knew. “Why are you in here?”

“I got caught graffitiing the back entrance,” Ethan admitted.

“Really?” Lex said. She wanted to ask for elaboration, but there was this unease that this conversation was going to lead to something bad. More judgment, more laughter, more knowing that she was destined to suck.

Lex sighed and finally sat up to meet Ethan’s eye. “Why are you talking to me, anyway?”

Ethan shrugged. “You looked like you were needin’ the company.”

“Please, hasn’t anyone warned you? I’m Alexandra Foster. I’m Hatchetfield’s next piece of trailer trash, a fuse that will go off any moment. A fuckup waiting to happen.”

“Y’know?” Ethan replied, “I don’t see that. You have morals. I think you seem fine, Alexandra Foster.”