Jun 11
I fear I’m NEVER LETTING THIS GO
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I fear I’m NEVER LETTING THIS GO
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remaking one of my most interacted with posts since my original account is gone lmao
you will never catch me hating any yellowjackets characters because at the end of the day they were just girls in a horrible situation
not enough people love tai for my liking. she’ll never not be top 4 characters to me. shes so deeply interesting and complex with such a through line personality through the whole show and her progression in the wilderness is so intriguing to me
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Perhaps the wilderness in Yellowjackets is not just a symbol of death. Perhaps it is also—in its own way—freedom.
In the wilderness, Lottie didn’t have to hide her visions for fear of being called crazy. She was exalted as a leader and a prophet. But when she returned, they called her crazy and locked her up.
In the wilderness, Misty didn’t have to be ashamed of her intensity and eccentricity. She was helpful, she was needed, she was important. But when she returned, they called her a freak and exiled her once again.
In the wilderness, Tai didn’t have to pretend to be something she’s not. Her other self was not a weakness but a strength, it gave her power, and kept her alive. But when she returned she had to suppress her urges and hide her other self, or lose everything.
In the wilderness, Shauna didn’t have to be small, and hide the fire inside her. She was angry, and violent, and powerful. But when she returned, she was forced back into a supporting role, forced to contain her darkness and her drive in order to fit a role she never wanted to play.
In the wilderness, Travis didn’t have to put on an act to fit the societal expectations of masculinity. He was feminine, and emotional, and soft—not the man of the group, but just another Yellowjacket in the hive. But when he returned, he was forced back into the cage—back into the closet—isolated, hardened, closed off and separated from the girls once more.
In the wilderness, Natalie didn’t have to feel guilty for surviving. She was the hunter, the provider, and the gun in her hands made her a savior, and a leader, not a killer. But when she returned, she was a killer once again, haunted by guilt, and outcast by society for the things she did to stay alive.
The wilderness gave them the freedom to be their truest and most authentic selves, but the cost was the blood spilled. The cost was their old selves. The cost was a place in the world upon their return.
Maybe the wilderness did not destroy them; it simply changed them into something new, something irrevocably different, something that would never—could never—fit back inside the narrow box of their old lives, and because they could no longer fit, society called them broken.
The wilderness freed them, but it never let them go. Because once you’ve tasted flesh and blood, once you’ve stared death in the face and overcame, once you’ve been to the very brink and seen the true depth of your own capacity for violence, once all the former markers of morality and success have become meaningless, in a world where survival at all costs is the only law, how can you ever go back to a world ruled by pointless, hollow, conventions? Once you’ve shed every remnant of your humanity, once you’ve run with the wolves, and howled at the moon, and become one with the ancient wild gods, how can you ever be a human again? Once you’ve had a taste of complete freedom, how can you ever be satisfied with a fake, insignificant, half-life, made up entirely of half-truths and haunting?
sometimes I think I would love if yellowjackets was a book the size as one of any game of thrones books. just imagine how many more information we'd have of some of the girls if it was written. IMAGINE HOW MUCH MORE DESVASTATING JACKIE'S STORY WOULD BE :( AAAGH I really need a book like that, but it only exists in my head
Polyjackets Masterlist 🦌
The Queen (x OC)
Their Favorite Date (x Fem!Reader)
How They'd Take Care of You After A Bad Day (x Fem!Reader)
Yellowjackets x clingy!reader
Voyeurism (x Fem!Reader / Travis)
Gentle Headcanons (x Fem!Reader)
Perverted (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)
Sick (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)
Polyjackets x Drunk!Horny!Reader (x Fem!Reader)
Not Yours (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)
Jealous (x Fem!Reader)
In the Wild (x Fem!Reader)
Puppy Pile (x Fem!Reader)
The Second Chosen One (x AntlerQueen!Reader)
Yellowjackets Kinks