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I was scrolling through Pinterest, I saw these photos of Sophie Nélisse, then I thought of a Fanfic idea for Shauna, the Reader and one of the Yellowjackets, the Yellowjackets are in the Restaurant celebrating another Victory, with each victory they are closer to the Finals, Shauna seems to be a little angry and distressed about something (at least in some images and video of Sophie from that day, she seemed to be a little angry, at least that's what it looks like 😅) taking advantage of the fact that the rest of the Yellowjackets are busy talking, the Reader takes the opportunity to sit on Shauna's lap and talk and try to know what she is feeling (I have no idea what reason to give for Shauna to be angry but you can decide 😅) then at the end of the night, while everyone is going home, the Reader helps Shauna go home, Shauna is drunk and happy

If you're curious, the one sitting on Sophie's lap is Ella Purnell

If you can write, thank you very much, I adore your fanfics💛🐝

drunk walk home

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a/n: sorry this is lateeee

you've been in a pretty good mood lately. all of you, as the yellowjackets have been winning every game; coming closer and closer to nationals.

so everyone has been in high spirits. not even jackie's constant 'victory dinners' have been able to get anyone's mood down.

until tonight apparently.

and even worse, it's your girlfriend.

you didn't even notice at first, but you guess it started after the victory yesterday afternoon.

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you grinned as you entered the locker room, stripping off your shirt as you opened your locker.

"holy shit what was that, three - oh?" mari exclaimed to you while jostling your shoulder.

"fuck, that was like nothing. if we keep this up then we're for sure making it to nationals." you said back, putting some deodorant on.

you slightly jumped when you heard the locker next to yours, shauna's, slam close.

you looked over and saw the furrow of shauna's brow as she kneeled down to tie her shoes, somehow already done changing. although she did end up coming first to the locker rooms, leaving as soon as she could.

"hey, you okay?" you asked softly, a small frown of concern on your face.

she looked at you, a little shocked you'd noticed her mood but shook her head as a small smile made its way on her face.

"yeah, yeah. i'm fine. just tired."

"you sure?" you prodded.

"course. we won, right?" she said and you nodded, accepting her answer.

"hell yeah we did!"

she smiled and waited for you to finish changing before taking your hand and leading you to her car.

"remember! dinner at lonnie's tomorrow!"

you held in a snicker as you heard shauna silently groan, it was no surprise to anyone that she didn't like fancy dinners.

-

and that's where you were now.

you open the doors to lonnie's, some fancy restaurant that you're not even sure how jackie knows about, given that it's almost an hour away, but you're not complaining since she's paying.

unfortunately, shauna wanted to catch up on some homework so she wasn't going to drive the both of you, meaning you had to catch a ride with tai and van.

"hey did something happen? with shauna?" van asks, right before you step inside the place, and you frown as you open the door for them.

"uh, no. why?" you ask confusedly.

"she seemed off yesterday, right after the game." van says as tai talks to a host.

"she was just tired." you say shrugging.

van nods but they don't seem so convinced.

"guys, come on." tai says, walking ahead and both you and van have to speed walk to catch up with her.

-

"shit, this place is nice. jackie who'd you call to get us in here?" nat asks when you all go into the private room for the yellowjackets.

jackie smiles teasingly, "i know a guy."

lottie laughs, "you or your dad?"

jackie waves her off, "tomato potato."

lottie frowns, "i don't think that's how it go-"

the door almost slams open and everyone turns to it, seeing shauna enter with a small grumble.

immediately wolf whistles are heard as everyone takes in shauna's light blue dress, you most of all are starstruck.

you stare with your mouth open and hearts in your eyes as you watch her approach you a little shyly.

"you clean up nice shipman." nat says with a smirk and you glare at her before taking shauna's hand in yours.

"you look beautiful." you say sweetly and shauna blushes, gripping your hand.

"yeah, well you do too." she says as you both take a seat.

as everyone sits down it's immediately clear there's a problem. namely-

"shit, why is there no space." tai grumbles as she scoots her chair backward so that the arms of hers aren't stuck together with the ones at her side.

you hear shauna sigh and you look at her, seeing a familiar frown on her face.

"hey, it's fine, i'm sure they can add another table or something." you say quietly.

"in this tiny shithole? right."

you blink in shock at the statement and she does too, realizing what she's said.

she sighs once more and looks at you apologetically.

"i mean, it's nice. really nice of jackie to do all this. it's cute, i'm just.."

"tired?" you ask knowingly, "it's okay, if you want we can leave early." you smile and she smiles back, leaning back in her chair.

as you find out, shauna is right- that the room is tiny, not a shithole. so adding another table is not possible and since the restaurant is fully booked, there's no way of moving somewhere else.

as you order appetizers it gets harder to ignore how shauna's in a seemingly shitty mood. everyone starts to catch on too.

"jeez, someone shit in your cereal or something?" nat comments when shauna sets down her menu a little too forcefully.

shauna doesn't waste a second and glares at her, mouth ready to spit out whatever venomous thing she has on her mind, but you take her hand in yours and give nat a look.

nat snorts and raises her arms up in mock defeat.

you rub the back of shauna's hand as she takes a drink of water.

"you sure you're alright?" you ask quietly and shauna nods. "you sure?"

"je- yes, fuck, how many times do i have to tell you." she says with a frown and you chuckle, not taking any of it to heart. to you, shauna always looks like a puppy dog when angry, her eyes seeming larger and browner when mad.

"whatever you say, sweetheart."

it doesn't escape you how you see her flush.

after the appetizers come in it's like a switch is flipped. if shauna was in a bad mood before, it's amplified after she has some food in her system, throwing barbs any chance she has.

it's somewhat impressive how she can make one out of nothing, and as much as you shouldn't be enjoying it, you can't help yourself as she never even thinks to do it to you.

"shauna, come to the bathroom with me?" you ask when the main course comes and she looks at you confused.

"you need to go?" she asks and you shake your head, furthering her confusion.

"come with me to wash my hands?"

"didn't you go right before with appetizers?"

you smile and just stand up, taking her hand as she stands up too, following you.

when you come in you immediately lock the door after shuana's entered.

she walks over to the sink and takes some soap, "as much as i'd love to make out with you or have a quickie, i'm not in the mood."

you chuckle, crossing your arms, "yeah i can tell."

she looks at you through the bathroom mirror with warning in her eyes.

you sigh, walking closer to her.

"shauna, what's going on? seriously? and you can't just tell me you're tried, you're throwing digs at people like it's an olympic sport."

you see her smirk and you gasp, causing her to laugh.

"no, but serioiusly. you can tell me." you say gently.

she avoids your eyes and focuses on her hands, washing them with water before moving to dry them with the paper towels.

"i... just,"

you hum, encouraging her go on.

"don't like how that girl was looking at you. yesterday. their goalie."

you blink.

"what?" a smile slowly makes its way onto your face.

shauna groans, shutting her eyes. "don't do that. don't look so fucking smug."

you laugh incredulously. "sorry, but it's hard not to when my beautiful girlfriend is worried about some goalie i've never even noticed before." your tone turns soft, "i really didn't even notice her shauna. i swear i forgot she existed. fuck, i was looking at you almost the whole time yesterday."

she huffs, opening her eyes back up again and looking at you.

"yeah?" she asks in a small voice and you grin, coming up close and pulling her to you.

"yeah." you say definitively. "now, come on and let's celebrate."

she nods her head against your chest and then pulls away, leading you back to the table. but, before she can sit down, you're in your chair and you tug her down onto you.

she collapses onto you with a small huff but looks at you fondly if not a little thrown.

"what? i just can't stay away from you." you mutter, adjusting her onto you as you pick up the cutlery on the table.

-

shauna becomes a lot more looser and her mood noticeably becomes lighter after that. if the team notices, which they definitely have, they don't comment on it (or the fact that she's on your lap) in fear of evoking her anger again.

jackie ends up, somehow, ordering drinks, real drinks and shauna has some which makes her already okay mood shift to something a lot happier.

she ends up giggling at your unfunny jokes and everyone else's much to your amusement.

by the time dinner's over she's all loopy and clingy. something you adore.

"hey, i'll drive you home, okay?" you say, planting a sweet kiss to the back of her hand and she giggles, trying to pull you in for a kiss but you pull back apologetically.

"come on, you're a bit too drunk for that shauna." you say amusedly.

she pouts but doesn't put up much fight, much to your relief. sometimes when drunk she's extremely convincing and even more than that, stuborn as fuck.

you somehow are able to make it to her car and fish the keys out of her purse, opening the passenger side door for her and she gets in. once you've buckled her up you switch over to the driver's side and start the car.

"why am i on this side?" she asks and you smile at the frown on her face as she realizes just how strange it is she's on the passeneger side of her own car.

"because you're heavily under the influence." you say solmenly and she giggles.

"yeah," she snorts, "yeah sure."

you laugh and she follows, albeit laughing a lot louder and harder than you.

after she recovers, she starts talking about an assignment which turns into full on rambles about anything and everything that comes up in her mind and you listen with a fond look on your face as you drive.

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if you're up to writing fics, one where something sets shauna off, maybe something reminds her of wilderness baby, and she has a tantrum and regresses smaller than usual. and the others don’t realize at first and are treating her like she’s a bit older until jackie notices what’s up and that she is just a baby right now and needs to be taken care of :( and shauna’s so small she can’t even be embarrassed around the others seeing her like that even though she normally would only let jackie see her like that.

Little!Shauna - Mama’s Girl

Notes -> little!shauna, cg!jackie, mention of child loss, sorry this took SO long to write

Word count: 1214

To the others, it had seemed like a barely noticeable snap moment in their day. To Shauna, passing a pregnant teenager in the supermarket, had felt like the cruelest trick the world could’ve played on her. They’d been in the baby aisle, picking out snack pouches for Lottie, when the girl had dropped a pack of pacifiers and Misty had jumped to pick it up for her.

And that had been it. The interaction had ended there, and everyone else moved on.

They’d picked out a couple pouches with different fruits and vegetables, moved onto getting cereal, and that was the end of that. But not for Shauna. She couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny interaction. How things could’ve been different for her, for her baby, if she’d been here instead of out there.

It was in this mindset, that being told she had to stop journaling and come over for lunch, sent Shauna into a full blown tantrum. She slammed her journal down on the couch beside her, hot tears immediately rolling down her cheeks. “I don’t wanna!” She wailed over shaky sobs. She stomped her feet and thrashed her arms, a desperate cry for some attention, but none came. Shauna was usually left to cry it out, and get comfort after, because interrupting her in the middle of a tantrum tended to make it worse. So Tai was on ‘sit nearby and wait it out duty’ because Jackie wasn’t really supposed to have her meal time schedule interrupted.

“Shauna, I need you to take some big breaths for me,” Tai instructed gently once Shauna had stilled. “You need to come eat lunch, then you can go straight back to journaling.” Tai was talking to Shauna how she usually would when, like a grown up who just needed a little extra patience. And usually, a regressed Shauna liked being treated like a grown up. But today it was just making her feel weird, like her brain couldn’t quite focus on the words. Shauna sniffled a little, sucking in shaky breaths as Tai spoke. She let herself be led into the kitchen, hiding a little bit behind Tai with shame plastered on her face. Shauna was sat down between Mari and Tai with Jackie across from her. A sandwich was placed in front of her and she ate it because she felt too small and shaky to argue anymore.

Jackie had been ok with letting Tai handle Shauna’s tantrum. She knew the other woman was just as capable of calming down a tantruming Shauna as she was. Once Shauna was sitting at the table across from her and eating her sandwich relatively calmly, Jackie was happy to assume it was all over now.

“Shauna had an accident.” Mari’s voice rang out across the table, met with a mix of shock and confusion from literally everyone. Except Jackie.

If you’d asked anyone else at that table if a regressed Shauna had ever had an accident before, they’d have said no. Because to their knowledge, she hadn’t. Shauna never regressed below the age of four, and even at that young age, she was always vigilant about getting to the bathroom. She didn't have Lottie's spaciness, or Melissa’s anxiety, or Mari's stubroness. Shauna didn’t have accidents.

Jackie knew better. She’d handled Shauna this young before, been privy to the small, shaky, baby who lost all her words and cried if she wasn’t being held. She was quicker to action than anyone else, standing up and rounding the table before anyone could do anything that would upset Shauna, who was already crying, any further.

She picked Shauna up and hauled her away from the others before they could say anything.

“I’ve got you, Mama’s got you,” Jackie cooed, bouncing a now clean and changed Shauna on her hip. Shauna whimpered, burying her face in her Mama’s shoulder and clutching a handful of her shirt in her fist. “I know baby, you’re just feeling so small, aren’t you?” Shauna nodded slightly into Jackie’s neck.

“Bear,” She whispered quietly, voice warm against Jackie’s skin.

“You want Pooh Bear?” Jackie asked quietly, looking over Shauna’s bed for her stuffed Winnie the Pooh stuffie who was nowhere to be found. “Is he downstairs, baby?” Shauna nodded.

Jackie sighed, moving to settle Shauna on her bed so she could grab the toy without anyone else having to see Shauna this young again. But Shauna whined and clung desperately tighter to Jackie. “Baby… either you come with Mama and get your Bear or you stay here, which would you prefer?” Shauna tapped her hand lightly against Jackie’s chest to signal that she didn’t want to be alone. Jackie decided that if that’s what Shauna wanted, then maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

She slowly walked Shauna to the living room, providing plenty of opportunity for the girl to back out. But eventually, they arrived and all eyes were on them. No one spoke, instead offering sympathetic and concerned glances at the way Shauna had hid herself in Jackie’s arms. “Has anyone seen Pooh Bear?” She asked - keeping her voice as calm as she possibly could.

Lottie pointed to the living room toy box, where sure enough Shauna’s little yellow bear was settled on top of the pile of stuffies. “There he is baby,” Jackie cooed, guiding Shauna across the room to grab the bear. Shauna kept a tight grip on Jackie’s arm the whole time, and clutched Pooh Bear to her chest tightly when she got him. Seeing as Shauna didn’t seem too distressed, and not even Mari had commented on how small she was, Jackie decided it might be a good idea to let Shauna be around the others for a while. She guided Shauna to the couch and pulled the girl gently onto her lap. Shauna curled up against her immediately, resting her head in the crook of Jackie’s neck.

Everyone was probably quieter than they’d ever been before - until Mari broke the silence. “Why’s Shauna being a baby?” She didn’t mean it maliciously, to Mari it was a genuine question. Still it made all the caregivers wince and Shauna whimper as she hid her face against Jackie more.

“Shauna’s just having a bit of a hard time at the moment,” Jackie explained calmly. “But there’s nothing wrong with needing a little extra care, is there Mar?” Mari shrugged, quickly becoming distracted by the ponies she’d been playing with before.

“Guess not.”

Jackie hummed softly at the agreement. She carefully soothed Shauna’s face out of hiding. “You can be as small as you need to be,” she whispered. Shauna took this, and slipped her thumb into her mouth. Lottie, sat nearby on the couch noticed this and got up to grab a pacifier from the drawer where they kept clean spare ones. Jackie took it when Lottie offered, unsure how Shauna would feel about it with the others in the room. To her surprise, Shauna took it without complaint. With the tension eased, everyone returned back to normal - if a little extra cautious of Shauna. Jackie didn’t let it bother her though, quietly rocking Shauna until she fell asleep. She knew something must’ve upset the girl deeply to have her so small, but she’d work on figuring that out after a nap.

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Yellowjackets is pretty heavy-handed in showing Shauna as the first to comfort others in season 1. Shes the first to comfort not just Jackie but Tai, Javi, Mari, Lottie, like, it's not subtle. This is not the story of someone who never truly cared. If anything, it's the story of someone who cared too much. Shauna cared so deeply and never let herself believe she was cared for in return, always doing what the others couldn't because someone had to, and it broke her. This is about how villains can be made of people who had the potential for incredible goodness, under the right circumstances, because evil isn't something humans are, it's something we do.

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movie date

(changed it up a bit from the version you may have seen on twitter - I kinda prefer the tied up hair on shauna)

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Only day you can rb this

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Personally, I have no problems with the new Fear Street movie being a stand alone and not related to the trilogy. However, there was the opportunity to do some interesting things narratively here to keep the spirit of the trilogy and “world” Netflix created.

While I make jokes about it being better if it was gay, I do genuinely believe that. The fear street movies could’ve carved out a niche for themselves as creating horror movies centered around queer characters and using horror as an allegory for homophobia. A huge reason why the first trilogy was successful was the queer relationship at the center of the movies. There were plenty of moments in this movie where they could’ve told a queer story, rather than just vaguely include one character that could be tagged as queer. Queer people and POC are so underrepresented in horror and these movies could have been filled with stories of those characters surviving to subvert the trope of them dying that has been prevalent for so long.

Then just from a horror movie perspective, it was a bad movie. It had repetitive kills, it took way too long for the characters to realize they were in a horror movie and the killers were kind of obvious. The production design was terrible and it felt like they kept spamming 80s hits to make up for the fact that nothing else about it felt like it was set in the 80s. And it didn’t match any of the lore from the previous movies that was actually important! The movie is set in Shadyside and what we are presented with, is nothing like the established canon from 1976 and 1994.

The actors all did what they could with the material, but this was a movie that was hard to save. Never let a man direct my fear street movies again

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I’m trying to suffer through this Fear Street movie, but I don’t if I have it in me. We are one kill in and I am not moved.

There are no lesbians, it was directed by a man, it doesn’t feel like the fucking 80s. What’s the point of this?! Even from a plain horror movie lens, it’s just bad

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I get that Tai was just scared and worried but a part of me can't truly forgive her for how she dealt with the Jackie's body thing. For shaming Shauna in front of everyone. For making her feel like her grieving process, however unhealthy, wasnt allowed. The others can draw blood and pray to the trees to cope, Tai can do it to help her sleep, but Shauna can't put some make up on her dead best friend and talk to her? Honestly... it's at little hypocritical. The way the others process their reality isn't really any better. It's just easier to look at.

And I swear, this is so representative of Shauna's unique affinity for the visceral. The reason she became the butcher. She's so close to the earth, as Lottie alludes to. Rooted in the physical. She doesn't shy away from blood or death and that's not inherently bad or violent. It is just is. The same way death just is. Not bad. Not good. Just what comes after; the blank page at the end of a book. So of course Shauna's grief looks different because she sees the world differently, but that doesn't make it wrong. Truthfully, it's not even that strange. There's a cultural squeamishness around dead bodies that maybe makes that hard to see, but interacting with one is not inherently wrong. And someone you love never really becomes a dead body to you. You don't think about them that way. It's just them, no matter how cold and blue and still they are.

Shauna's told it is wrong, though. With no other obvious support, Jackie's body was her one comfort, the only way she knew how to process her grief, and it's ripped away. Ultimately, Shauna's told her grief over Jackie is disturbing and repulsive, and I think that has such a profound effect on her ability to process Javi and her baby's deaths. Or rather, not process them at all.

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There are no lesbians in the new fear street movie and I’m seeing a rise in Sam Fraser hate on my timeline. What did I do to deserve this

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Charcoal and lilac with a hint of lemon. Always a pleasure serving in the Shauna trenches with you 🫡.

@f4ggydog @baked-potatoes-rule @soluslupus11 @chervonyizvir

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65222947/chapters/169487434

Synopsis:

The group starts to settle into life in the wilderness.

Sorry for the delay, dog sitting and the doctors took me a little bit behind schedule; but we are back! Hoping to get an update to the Scar Tissue universe this weekend!

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I'm so sick and tired of you guys putting the incredibly nuanced and fleshed out characters of Yellowjackets in little boxes.

just because Travis was a bit of a misogynist in s1 does not mean he deserved to eat his 12-13 yr old brother and get assaulted by the girls, as well as later drugged by Lottie. he was suffering— but that doesn't excuse him throwing Akilah under the bus when he didn't want to play into Lottie's shenanigans anymore either.

saying that Lottie is fully justified in everything that she did and that Shauna is an evil, twisted fuck with no further characteristics to her in the same breath is being hypocritical. both of them did things that are just as horrible as each other, though Shauna was more externally violent while Lottie was more emotionally manipulative.

and again, it's important to note that Lottie had a canon, diagnosed mental illness with no way of getting help and a bunch of scared teens who rallied around her for guidance and that Shauna lost possibly the only two people she ever loved— her baby, and her best friend.

we don't know what her home life looks like but it's safe to say that it probably wasn't very good if her friendship with Jackie was something that was completely approved in her household, as well as marrying her dead best friend's boyfriend with no qualms. and we've already established that Lottie's home life was shit too.

just because Jackie was slightly stuck up and self-absorbed does not mean that she was not a kind person at heart and absolutely does not mean that she deserved to die in the way she did. she was fully justified in her anger, but also needed to take responsibility for never acknowledging all the things that bugged Shauna about her.

all of these flaws and good characteristics in equal measure apply to every single character in yellowjackets because that's the point of the show. Misty, Nat, Tai, Van, Mari, everyone.

it's almost like these are a bunch of very scared, very frightened teens struggling to survive in a situation that they weren't prepped for at all, and are normal, human beings with flaws like everyone else that were enhanced by the tragedy they had to go through.

there's nothing inherently 'good' or 'evil' about them. they're nuanced characters in a bad situation and fighting to survive while also battling deteriorating mental health among people they've done bad things with.

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I just saw an Shauna Shipman edit on TikTok that basically showed the slow deification of her baby through season 2 and 3, and that shit started way earlier than I remembered. In the immediate aftermath of her birth and the baby dying Melissa and Gen have a scene talking about the wilderness taking the baby to save Shauna.

I know that Shauna maybe took things a little too far by the end of the season, but given how staunchly she protests the wilderness religion from the jump and combined with how quick the others are to co-opt her grief as their own and turn her baby into a wilderness god, I am actually impressed with how restrained she was at the beginning of the season. Not to mention they seemingly make her move her son’s grave to the communal one, and then she feels like she has to hide the location of his new one. I know the way the group interferes with Shauna’s grief constantly has been discussed, but I didn’t realize how clear the show makes it if you watch 2 and 3 back to back.

Her inability to have her grief recognized as her own (and not a group loss) and the shame and interfering with her grieving process by the others is really what sets her on the path to where she ends up at the end of the season, especially when combined the burden of doing some of the more inhumane tasks early on. I don’t fault any of the girls out there, they were teenagers living in the worst possible scenario, but man it would be interesting to see if she had been allowed to grieve properly would she be slightly more adjusted.

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Generally speaking, I don’t think that there’s a wrong way to interpret media, however in the case of Next to Normal Gabe being a manifestation of grief and not a ghost is important to the show contextually to the point where the shows story goes out of its why to make it clear that he isn’t a ghost.

Outside the obvious that Gabe died as an eight month old and is portrayed in the show as a 17/18 year old, Gabe being a ghost basically goes against the entire premise of the show which is the impacts of mental illness and grief on a family. Gabe is really a hallucination of Diana’s, generally speaking his personality and actions are what she has projected onto him based on what he could be like at this, it’s why at the top of the show he agrees with her that it’s a nice day, whereas Dan and Natalie both mention it being cold and rainy and why he really only ever interacts with her until I’m Alive. Not to mention the intentional staging of having him almost always enter from above (the heavens) or the shadows, away from the rest of the family.

Dan and Natalie don’t see him and aren’t “ignoring” him. For Dan he represents the grief that he has refused to process in his attempt to take care of Diana and his attributing of the lingering grief to her rather than his own feelings. At the end of the show when he says “why didn’t you go with her” he’s talking about his grief that he thought he had processed but hadn’t, he’s not really seeing Gabe or referring to a lingering ghost. For Natalie I think she’s the easiest to see that he’s just grief, she never interacts with or acknowledges him until he touches her (in the west end pro shot) at the end and even then I think that’s more commentary on her own grief about him specifically (rather then her relationship with her parents which I think she has been focusing on rather then her grief of him).

And this isn’t to say I don’t think that Jack Wolfe didn’t play him as more of a ghost or spirit, I think he did. In fact, I think as an actor choosing to play Gabe like a ghost makes the most sense, while Aaron Tevit’s Gabe is a little more clear in the fact that he is very much not a ghost, it doesn’t read as well. While Jack Wolfe’s is far more complex, his emotions are all still mostly tied to the family’s (namely Diana). It’s why he flips so easily from these almost manic scenes to more depressive moments, mirroring Diana’s bipolar disorder.

Gabe being a ghost or a super natural entity is basically the antithesis of the show. Dan and Natalie (and Diana at points) are not ignoring him, when they don’t see him or he goes away it’s because the medication/treatment is working. If I see one more person on TikTok take to romanticizing Gabe and saying he makes Diana quirky or that he should be more fleshed out and getting annoyed that other characters are (he isn’t fleshed out intentionally) I’m going to lose my mind.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64999648/chapters/168710395

Scar Tissue Chapter 5:

Shauna Shipman has been Jackie Taylor’s person since they met on the first day of kindergarten and swore they’d be best friends forever.

Now Shauna’s being secretive and lying to her, she’s struggling to reconcile with the way she actually feels and the way her mother expects her too and she feels like she’s going crazy.

A hot new bombshell, has entered the villa.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65222947/chapters/168294652

Chapter 2 - The Doll House:

Shauna’s awake and has some gay thoughts, they head to the lake and find the cabin.

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I need every single one of the characters in the new Fear Street movies to be a lesbian. Like if we are not at least doubling the amount of gay people from the first trilogy, then I don’t want.