I’ll be having a great day then I’ll remember that the only true use the Yellowjackets (post crash) got out of Jackie was sustenance meaning she was completely useless to them till she died
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coach scott i have a bone to pick with you….misty is not in the right with her weird behavior, but leading a clearly traumatized child on and feeding into her near delusions is not the way to go. people who act like he’s a saint get on my nerves things could’ve gone sm differently if he tried to be rational with her he did wayyy too much like, the whole fake spiel he gives her about wanting her but shes too young and calling her my sweet misty….he did not have to do all of that. anyways rant over.
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grimace shake incident with the yellowjackets
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I really enjoy how the surviving adults have, more or less consciously, surrounded themselves with the Wilderness.
Taissa “I really just want to focus on our collective future” Turner needs to look behind her
Travis basically still lived in the cabin
Shauna has a painting which looks exactly like where they were stranded (in her dining room...)
Van still lives in the attic
Lottie is something else entirely, living in wooden trailers next to mountains and a lake, surrounded by the symbol
+ Misty doesn’t surround herself with reminders of the Wilderness itself, but she has a picture of the team next to her front door, which fits her perfectly
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Honestly my one of my favorite things about Yellowjackets is that it’s like the “high-school-stereotype turns out to be more than that” trope, but turned up to such a grotesque and horrifying degree. Like-
“Turns out the popular girl has her own weaknesses/insecurities!” Yeah and she literally freaking dies for them.
“Wow! The rebellious punk girl we were all afraid of is actually really nice!” So let’s turn her into this borderline divine figure, entrust her with our lives and follow her deep into the wilderness as she’s the last one to hold onto a sliver of humanity and not turn into some primal, depraved animal.
“Oh! So the weird childish kid is actually capable of things!” Mm hmm, capable of MURDER. Capable of holding the cards of life and death itself in her little hands and becoming so needed yet so feared.
“That strange quiet kid finally finds her voice!” AND STARTS A CULT.
I could keep going but just- Y’all that retro 90’s energy of exploring the high school trope coupled with the utter gruesome obscenity that is their situation… It so does it for me. Everyone’s become so suffocated in their little boxes that the only way to break out is in a dramatic frenzy where they start killing each other. Glorious.
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