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₊‧.°.⋆"𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃"⋆.°.‧₊

HARRIET BARKER

New york's resident Cat-loving, ex-cultist, u-hauling lesbian

songs: My body's made of crushed little stars -mitski, not a lot, just forever- adrianne lenker, born for loving you- big thief, thumbs- lucy dacus

Harriet was impulsive even as a young child, making rash decisions and thinking little of their long term impacts.

She joins Lottie's commune after dropping out of college where she was taking a fine arts degree.

when she arrives she's in her early-mid twenties and is a little young compared to the average member but gets along with them fine enough and is decently sociable.

When Lisa joins Harriet is quick to befriend her, taking the girl under her wing.

Harriet is mildly fascinated with the whole concept of the yellowjackets crash and struggles to contain her awe around Lottie.

when *Saoirse turns up at the commune Harriet finds herself pleasantly amused by the girl who she can very much tell is not an adult.

she meets Jo sadecki during the S2 finale and is entranced by her, they get to know each other and when the cult is shut down Jo offers Harriet her spare room.

they start dating shortly after and at some point during the gap between s2-s3 they adopt two cats. they have really stupid names like mr mittens and muffin.

Harriet talks to a psychiatrist and gets diagnosed with cyclothymia which effectively presents as a mild form of Bipolar disorder.

she also gets a job at a bookshop which she adores.

*one of my other ocs

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this whole time jackie was looking at shauna. full circle indeed.

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Its so funny when people who love Jackie hate Shauna like that’s your pookie in-law!! Same with Shauna fans hating Jackie like that’s literally your oomf in-law they are so intertwined you could never possibly have one without the other

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name : hayden aubree callow

faceclaims : meg donnelly [teen timeline] & jodie comer [adult timeline]

songs that remind me of her : liability - lorde | gilded lily - cults | cosmic love - florence + the machine | free - florence + the machine | american teenager - ethel cain .

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this is kind of a dumb question but how did you get the brat font on your edits? I have CapCut and i can’t figure out if it’s already a font on there or if I need to overlay a picture of the words with the font. you don’t have to answer this though if it’s a specific style choice for your edits specifically!!

no you're totally okay!! so on capcut there's actually an like auto lyrics function and one of the templates for it is the brat text font! it doesn't always line up perfectly with the lyrics timing wise and accurately wise so you may need to edit them! you can also find brat lyrics for some popular songs though on tiktok which you can use as an overlay in a pinch!! hope this helps 🫶🏻

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I often wondered how many actually saw the movies.

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Suzanne Collins herself has never actually said she only “writes when she has something to say”. It’s a line from tbosas fans have applied to her & people have since pointed to it as a false truth. she has never said this. she has never gone on record to say this anywhere. But just like Gale and Katniss being cousins, we’ve done the same thing and retroactively misquoted her so much it’s become truth.

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god yellowjackets writers get off reddit and support characterizations you made important in season one. why the fuck was shauna so upset about travis's death in the adult tl if teen shauna did not care about him at all and wanted him dead. what happened to fucked up toxic on-and-off again insular trauma bond travnat cause they did not speak basically at all this season. why would you add MORE characters to make the audience care about instead of develop current favorites in a show with an already HUGE ensemble cast. why the fuck was she wearing that stupid fucking hat 25 years later. why is shauna's character like irreparably fucked now because they made her an evil wilderness dictator. what happened to group delusion and psychosis as way to disassociate from the horrors they committed and why was that scrapped in favor of making shauna bully everyone. dear god.

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Love MacieGen so much because it’s literally loser femme x slightly less loser femme

i LOVE loser femmes!!!

gimme them all i wanna eat them!!

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Maisie and Misty Quigley are serving major ginger snaps Ginger and Brigette Fitzgerald vibes

YESS!!!

this is definitely what i was going for vibe wise :33 weirdo sisters rise!!!!

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SCARY STORIES IN THE DARK · . · ¨ : ` · . . · ‘

𐂂 . ݁ ₊ ⊹ . ݁ ˖ . ݁ㅤ LOTTIE MATTHEWS x QUEEN BEE ! READER

the tale ㅤ queen bee tells lottie scary stories around a campfire, and deluded imaginations run rampant beneath the safety of the trees ㅤ the warning signs ㅤ deluded thoughts, lost, pretty girls cuddling in the nighttime, the darkness sets them freeㅤ sit down and listen for ㅤ 1.1k words

it has not yet dawned on you that your life is over. the world has come to a standstill in time, awaiting for your return back to the mainland. the clocks have paused. for now, it is just you and the trees, and the team you love so dearly.

they are furious with you. coach is dead, panic is a heavy deadweight over the shoulders of every surviving member, and you are feet away, weaving the stems of dandelions into rings.

"this is for you," you say when darkness covers the world in a blanket. it settles in between the leaves and branches and nestles itself into the minds of your teammates, letting them drift off to sleep as it lifts their worries into its hands.

you and lottie were always close. she would invite you over to stay with her family, and in between the dosages of her medicine, when the lines between herself and the more acceptable version of herself were so thin you could look into the depths of her eyes and see every inch, she would whisper to you that you reminded her of herself.

you were light, she was dark. together, you eclipsed into something so beautiful that it was dangerous. must have been, with the way the others steer clear of you now that you are the only company each other has.

lottie stays, though. attached to your hip, and now attached to you — she puts your dandelion ring on and admires it in the flickering campfire. "pretty."

she is not looking at the ring, but at you. the log she sits on is too empty, but you are comfortable closer to the earth, where you can brush your fingers across the grass and feel the tickle of dewdrops and flower petals.

you do not notice her lingering eyes, playing with a thick blade of grass. you do notice, though, when she whispers your nickname like a prayer into the listening dark. "queen bee."

and you smile, because how lovely was it to be a queen? you even had the embellishments. a dandelion ring on every finger, and blades of grass woven into the ring finger ones — and into lottie's. you don't tell her this, though, either.

"yes?" you whisper back to her, glancing up from the dark to look into the eyes of the stars. she is pretty, isn't she? her curls are frizzy from the day's humidity and frame her face like they encapsulate gold within their borders.

sometimes you thought lottie could hear into your mind. you used to test it, at soccer practice, to see if she heard your commands. as most queen bees tended to do, whether she heard you or not, you influence her actions and end up in possession of the ball. you were connected; of course she gave offerings to you like a deity.

but she smiles now, like she can hear into your mind, and how high on a pedestal you've put her, too. "what's your head sound like right now?"

it is something she asked you often. while hers had been quieted by the medication, yours was a wild array of colors and music. she loved the way imagination looked in your eyes and told you as much.

"music," you breathe the word as lottie breathes your name — reverently, lovingly, "songs."

"what do they sound like?"

you were not a singer, and she knows this. she knows everything about you, and you know everything about her. the sun and the moon, eclipsed once more.

so you scream.

the sound echoes through the trees and every person asleep in the grass startles awake, some more panicked than others. you do not notice. the blades of grass were startled, too, and you had to calm them with a soothing touch to their surface.

"that's a beautiful song," lottie says over the cacophony of curses and protests in your direction.

it's no time for your psychotics, bee! but you were not crazy.

what the fuck, bee? don't they hear the music in the wind? the hums that leave the queen's lips, pretty stories just for the surviving women of the wood?

"it is haunting," you say to her, finally looking up to meet her through the curve of your eyelashes. "the antler queen haunts me."

lottie's eyes brighten at the sound of her name. she is the favorite character amongst your fairytales. how couldn't she be? she was a fair maiden and a fairer ruler.

"come here." lottie slips down to sit in the grass with you, her legs open for you to sit between. you slot in easily. you were handmade to be her missing piece. "i'll protect you from her cries."

you shake your head, slipping another grass ring around your finger. atop the ring one to match lottie's, as if you'd married her in the glow of the campfire. "she does not cry tonight," you tell her, a gentle correction, "she is very happy with us."

lottie hums thoughtfully, twisting a strand of your hair around her finger. her chin rests on your shoulder, free arm wrapped around your waist to tug your spine into the press of her chest. "what is story and what is true?"

that question tends to lose you a little. what was made up to help you cope, and what was fact? you couldn't tell, not even back on the mainland. thank goodness that the world was on pause, because you would truly be lost if soon, the team returned, and you had to catch up. maybe the antler queen would keep the hourglass on its side forever, so that time could never drain away in the form of sand grains.

"it is all true, now," you tilt your head back to meet her eyes, a little smile playing on your lips. nature called to the yellowjackets so desperately that it grabbed a fistful of your plane and tugged it into the ground, and took a blood sacrifice for the time it took for all of you to arrive. the antler queen was fair and just. she gave, and she took.

lottie's hand traces reassuringly along your ribcage, leaving sparkling shivers in its wake. maybe she presses a kiss into your skin through the worn fabric of your shirt. maybe it is the antler queen reinstating your words with her own physical evidence. maybe, as you have always thought, in the crevices of your mind, lottie and the antler queen are one in the same.

"the antler queen will guide the way. she must. we belong to her, now."

notes this was so fun to write i hope it's not too cuckoo bananas for everyone HAHAHA little queen bee is just a lady with questionable coping mechanisms that accidentally fuel another mentally ill girl's delusions !! you can't blame them !!!

tags @h8aaz @bluemerakis @briisbananass @bloodofswans @funkycoloured @rositaslabyrinth @bldgutsnlove @ultravi0lence14 @stereotypicalbarbie @artificialroux

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The mockingbird, the jabberjay and the mockingjay 🕊️ inspired by this post by @fromevertonow

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Some tributes and their tokens

rest in peace kids of the quarter quell you would have loved summer camp :(

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laura lee back in season three??? one step closer to getting a funko pop of my girl

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MAISIE & MISTY QUIGLEY 🐁🦜

— a sister is both your mirror and your opposite

maisie quigley is part of the journalism club and yearbook staff, one of their most passionate members. she's eighteen, a full year older than misty. she grew up close to misty — their bond was intense, weird, and totally sincere. they performed skits, plays, and spooky “shows” at family gatherings — everything from haunted house tours to over-the-top reenactments of ghost stories. while misty idolized her, maisie was often quietly worried about misty's intensity and her hunger for approval.

she joined the journalism club mostly as a way to stay busy and snoop on people (“everyone wants to be remembered — they just don't know how ugly it looks.”) she ended up on the fateful plane trip because she was assigned to help document the soccer team’s championship journey. her and misty call each other “maze” and “missy” affectionately, they are close as sisters can be, maybe a bit codependent.

maisie is eccentric but in a different flavor from misty — she's outwardly charming and socially a little better at hiding her “offness,” but once you talk to her for more than a few minutes, it’s clear she’s just as weird. she has a strange sense of humor — loves macabre jokes, weird trivia, and “fun facts” that aren't actually fun. she's overly theatrical; she’s that girl who treats regular conversations like performance art. she is a little bit vain; she likes attention and thinks of herself as a misunderstood genius.

she gets most of her clothing from the thrift store, like misty, her aesthetic is vaguely 80s mixed with 90s schoolgirl looks: lots of thrifted cardigans, clunky shoes, odd jewelry (e.g., mood rings, lockets with nothing inside), lacy socks, mismatched nail polish. misty definitely copied some of her vibe — the chunky shoes, the colorful socks, the earnest but awkward way of presenting herself. maisie carries around a disposable camera everywhere for yearbook and journalism club, she even says she’s documenting “the end of an era” in a totally dramatic way.

being apart of yearbook / journalism club, she is the unofficial “historian” of the school. she is definitely over-involved in weird extracurriculars (debate team, tried to start a “macabre literature” club that nobody joins, besides misty.) she knew about the soccer team mostly through yearbook coverage — wasn't supposed to go to nationals but she tags along to “capture the moment.” post crash, she takes a lot of photos early on — documenting the crash site, their food rations, early cabin life.

her relationship with misty is deeply codependent, even if they fight sometimes. misty worships her a little — everything about misty's attempts to connect with people later partly comes from trying to recreate the weird little world she and maisie had together. they definitely did musical performances at family gatherings (like showtunes, or weirder stuff like reciting edgar allan poe together.)

while misty loves birds, maisie adores rodents! she also dyes her hair brown, which makes her curls pretty bleach damaged so they're more frizzy and unkempt than her sisters, especially since she teases them and brushes them out dry. while misty serves as a medic and later a cook in the wilderness, maisie is something of a scribe, a keeper, a historian. she keeps detailed records: writes down major events, food supplies, weather patterns, and (later) the group's evolving myths, rituals, and ���legends.” she maintains a survival calendar: noting how long they've been stranded, seasonal changes, and tracking who is alive/missing. finally she acts as the memory-keeper for the group: the one who remembers when someone made a sacrifice, when someone broke a rule, when a tragedy happened.

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YJWEEK2023: DAY 06 — ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ▶ SPIDER-LOTTIE

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anise and creep by radiohead…. because i’m writing for anlora!!!!! tagging my sweetie pie @logansdogmotif because ofc i am…

(i don’t care if it hurts/i wanna have control) this lyric being anise’s connections to the games itself. months before being reaped, anise had gotten married to the man whom her sister was supposed to marry before her death, forced into the mold of her sister who is completely opposite of anise. where her sister is gentle, anise is anything but—or at least she pretends to be, concealing the kindness with the needs to be different and defiant. she feels as if she isn’t able to be herself with anyone and the games are, as tragic as it is, her only outlet—her escape from the world she was forced into. she sees being reaped as gaining control back over her life, building an image for herself which is eventually turnt into something else, an attempt to duplicate velora’s existence since the marketing of an underdog from district 1 went so well last time.

(i want a perfect body/i want a perfect soul) this lyric reminds me of anise’s connection to the capitol! she, despite her clear distaste for snow and the people within the capitol, wishes to be loved. she wants to be the capitol’s darling for the sake of being loved, even if the version that is loved isn’t her. they cover her scars and despite how she feels about it, she doesn’t attempt to fight back because she dislikes them just as much. and if they believe this part of her is unattractive, then it is. she wants to be perfect, and even if that means being rid of the things thay make herself her, she’s willing to do it.

(i want you to notice/when i’m not around) okay so. anlora mentioned. anise deep down adores velora, beneath the jealousy, there’s something unconditional about the way she loves her mentor. after they sleep together and velora does everything to deny it, anise feels this intense pang of rejection. she’d never had many close connections like the one she has with velora and on top of her desperation to be loved, being cast aside by someone who she thought could love her without change—hurts.

(you’re so fuckin’ special/i wish i was special) ok so i’m actually currently writing something for this lyric.. but imagine this as anise talking to velora. throwing out harsh insults because she feels rejected and the only way her brain nows how to handle it is making velora feel the way she felt. even then, she can’t keep the trembling out of her voice—she wants to believe she means every word she’s saying but she knows she doesn’t, and velora knows just as well.

UGH THIS IS SO GORGEOUS OH MY GODDD!!!! your writing is so so elegant and everything flows so SMOOTHLY!!!

the song lyrics all fit freakishly well!!! i love the little writing excerpt at the bottom ... the toxic wlw jealousy fueled love and passion??? velora being jealous of anise because she is her own person! she doesn't try to be a pretend fragile girl like she did, which she respects but also tries to change to keep anise safe and marketable for her games..it's her only form of love she can broadcast and give to anise as she sends her to her death!

she's so happy when she returns alive, only to find their relationship fractured as anise is married to another man, and the envy building up between them has just gotten more and more intense, twisting into a hatred and love all in one!!

anise who is unable to understand that velora is a victim of the system just as much as her! UGH i love them.