#yellowjackets finale

[torturedpoetspsychward]

shauna angrily writing in her journal that she's jealous that the wilderness didn't vote her prom queen is so funny and such a real teen girl moment

[dykehoratio]

not to be a soccer nerd but thinking about team dynamics and uniform numbers and how jackie wears a 9 bc she’s a striker - obvs that’s the striker’s number. and shauna has the 6 which is (narratively a foil to jackie) and also defending midfielder. tai is the 8 which is ur classic box to box midfielder like jus well rounded support… nat is 7 a winger/backup striker. lottie is 5, centre back sweeper…. the implications. van as the goalie….. should i write thr whole post bc like i’m going insane and i don’t think ppl talk about their team positions enough

[saberlight1]

dazed love — natalie scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+, includes smut, marijuana usage, high sex, oral (reader receiving), mentions of a choking kink, Y/N usage, switch!nat, standard yellow jackets warnings.

(requested by: @lottiematthewz)

authors note: okay i will admit i got quite carried away with this one… my apologies. i wrote this while being high and listening to novacane by frank ocean, so possibly loosely based on that song. anyways i absolutely love nat and this request got me so excited i swear. hope u enjoy!

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You looked up at her from your spot in her lap. Her blonde hair hung over her eyes, the same eyes that were low with a red tent, and her lips.. the plush, pinkish lips that you adored so much. They were puffy from your feverish kisses, and now from the joint you were currently sharing. You cherished these moments that you got with Nat. It wasn’t often when it was just you and her, but when it was, God, it was freeing.

She looked so beautiful like this, you thought. A soft blush still tented her cheeks from the passionate kisses you two shared only minutes ago, and you relished in every moment of it.

You would always appreciate these small moments you got with her. Natalie was such a beautiful soul, she always had been. She was only dimmed by the bad things that happened in her life, things she didn’t deserve to happen to her.

But that’s life, it was cruel and unfair. But it gave you the chance to spend it loving her, slowly healing her with your heart, and you thanked it for it.

“Here, creeper.” She teased, softly tapping your shoulder, passing the joint, breaking you out of the trance her beauty had put you in.

You only smiled, taking her spare hand to mess around with her rings. “What? I can’t look at my pretty girlfriend?”

She smiled back. “Shut up.”

You took a hit of the joint. “Mhm. You love it.”

She only hummed happily, her fingers now running through your hair as you continued to puff on the joint. She expressed her love through touch and actions, one of the things you admired most about her. You took one final hit of it, keeping the smoke in your mouth before leaning up, capturing Natalie’s lips with yours, and softly blowing the smoke in between her plush lips.

Her eyes opened in surprise when she realized what you were doing, staring into yours. She inhaled the smoke before blowing it in your face, as you bit your lip in response. You held the joint up to her lips, urging her to take a hit. When she did, you leaned over to put the half smoked joint out, and before you could even put it down, Nat cupped your cheeks, bringing your lips back to hers in a haze.

You hummed into her mouth, going to straddle her waist, the kiss filled with love and passion. You swiped you tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entry. But, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Hell, you were even lucky you were on top right now. She opened her eyes, digging her nails into your hips, causing you to gasp against her lips. She took this opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue, as you rolled your eyes.

Your tongues fit together like puzzle pieces, as you began to grow needier, your hips subconsciously beginning to grind against hers.

She pulled away from you with a smirk. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Your eyes travelled her face, the weed making you want her even more. “God, you look so fucking beautiful right now.”

Her eyes melted, looking at you with pure adoration. Your lips chased hers once more, and she kissed you hard this time, making you moan into her mouth. Her hands squeezed your waist, signaling for you to lean back. She helped you lay down, her lips never leaving yours.

She pulled back from you, hovering above you. Her arms were beside your head, while your hands cupped her jaw.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, both of your pupils blown out from the weed and the pure lust of wanting each other. You were silently thankful that you two called dibs on the attic for tonight. You both continued to admire each other, the pair of you lost in the other’s beauty.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in one more, hard, feverish kiss before she pulled away, leaning your head up with her other hand as she began to attack your jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, causing you to get weak in the knees.

Your hands went into her hair, tugging softly, as your leg hooked around her waist.

“Fuck, Nat.” You panted.

She pulled back, before shoving her knee in between your legs, sending heat to your already throbbing core, making you whimper quietly. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” You whispered.

She only smirked, going back to kiss your lips, as she began to grind her knee into your core, causing your moans to get gradually louder. Your hands moved down her torso, going to the hem of her shirt and tugging.

She pulled back shortly to pull it over her head, revealing her red bra, the one you loved so much. She then pulled you up to take yours off, leaving you both in shorts and bras. She grabbed you by your neck softly, bringing your lips back together. This action only turned you on even more, a small whine leaving your mouth.

“Shit, you liked that, didn’t you?” She pulled away from your lips, a teasing smile on her beautiful features.

You turned red. “…Maybe.” You didn’t give her any time to react before smashing your lips back onto hers.

You loved the feeling of her soft lips against yours, and she knew this, and she knew exactly how to make you fold. She knew your body probably better than you did, and God, did you love that. Her grip on your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to only further arouse you.

“Mm, fuck.” She muttered against your lips, her deep, raspy voice making you whimper once more. She smirked against your lips, her hands trailing up to your breasts, squeezing them softly. You arched your back against her hands, while your hands cupped her cheeks harshly.

She took this opportunity to effortlessly unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms and throwing it across the room. Her lips were immediately kissing down your neck reaching your boobs within seconds, she left soft kisses around your nipple, you throwing your head back in pleasure. Her lips closed around the soft nub, her eyes trailing up to meet yours, while her other hand got to work on your other boob, rolling the nub between her fingers.

“Mm, shit, Nat.” You moaned, as she switched her mouth to the other one, making your head spin. You reached up, unclasping her bra as well, the blonde throwing it off, pulling down her shorts as well quickly before returning to your body, leaving her in her panties only. Your hands found her boobs quickly, squeezing. The blonde girl above you moaned quietly.

She began to kiss down your body, until she was laying on her stomach, her head hovering above your core, her fingers ghosting over your waistband. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours.

“Can I?” She asked, softly.

You nodded. “Please.”

She smiled at you softly, leaving one last kiss on your stomach, before pulling down your shorts and panties, your dripping core finally exposed. Her lips parted when her eyes connected with your pussy, as she began chuckling softly.

“This wet from just kissing? Damn, baby.” She teased.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smiling.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”

And you opened your mouth to reply, but you were cut off by Natalie attaching her lips to your aching clit, sucking softly. She pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, giving her more space.

You threw your head back, muttering her name as your fingers immediately went to her hair, keeping you grounded.

She groaned against your core, sending vibrations up your body. “God, you taste so good.”

“Fuck,” You panted, palming your tits as your legs shook in pleasure.

She reached one hand up, trailing it up your stomach before grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers and resting them together as she continued to devour you.

Her other hand reached down to your entrance, teasing your hole softly. You cried out, squeezing her hand.

“Please, Nat.” You whispered.

She kissed your inner thigh softly before inserting one finger inside of you, thrusting slowly. She kept a slow pace before eventually speeding up, all while you moaned her name over and over again like a prayer.

She then snuck another finger inside of you, curling both of them, making you see stars. The breathy gasps and moans that left your mouth were music to her ears, only urging her to go faster. When Natalie wanted something, she got it, and she was determined.

You clenched around her, the cord in your stomach only tightening, and she knew you were close. Your moans were getting louder, you continued to chant her name.

“Mm, you gonna come for me?” She grumbled against your clit, still leaving small kisses on it.

“Fuck— Yes, Natalie. Faster, please.” You moaned out, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Natalie only sped her movements up, coaxing you to a release. You opened your eyes, looking down at the blonde who was currently eating you like a woman starved, which technically she was.

In the soft candlelight, she looked so beautiful to you. Her eyes met yours with a imitating gaze, her hand squeezing yours.

Her soft bluish, greenish eyes bored into yours. “I love you,” She whispered against your clit. And with one more curl of her fingers along with a harsh suck to your clit, your back arched slowly while you let the euphoria wash over you.

You let out a soft yell of her name, throwing your head back as the cord in your belly finally snapped, a white static feeling flowing through your veins. You were in a state of ecstasy, while Natalie wasted no time in lapping up your juices, taking everything you had to offer.

She continued to do this until your legs began to shake, the overstimulation taking over as you came down from your high.

“Hey, baby.” She whispered, crawling back up your body. “You did so good for me,” She kissed your jaw gently.

You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed her embrace. “I love you, Nat.”

She giggled quietly, pulling back to suck on the fingers that were inside you just moments ago, groaning at the taste. “I love you more, Y/N.”

“Never,” You whispered back, your eyes opening to find that she had prepared a wet rag, cleaning you up before laying down next to you with the forgotten joint in between her fingers.

She reached over, handing you your shirt as she put hers over her head, you doing the same. After you two got comfortable, she pulled you into her arms, lighting the joint up once more.

She sighed, happily, turning on her side to face you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, your fingers drawing shapes on her hip.

“For just… I dunno, letting me be me.” She slowly said, still puffing on the joint. “You just.. When I’m with you, it feels like I don’t have to pretend. I can just be me without judgement.”

You smiled, your hand coming up to cup her jaw. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, Nat. I love you for you. I always have.”

She passed you the joint before pulling you in for one final heated kiss, and you kissed her back, hard and deep.

Yeah… you could get used to this. She was the one good thing about being stranded in the middle of the Wilderness. She had always been your anchor, now more than ever.

And you had never felt more grateful.

You continued to hit the joint before you slowly climbed onto her, straddling her waist for the second time that night. Her hands came to rest on where your hips and thighs met, a smile on her lips. “What’re you doing now?”

You only laughed. “Oh, you didn’t think this was over, did you? No, no. It’s your turn, baby.”

She laughed with you, excitement and butterflies both erupting in her stomach and she knew it was gonna be a long night, but she didn’t care as long as it was with you.

[finalgirrls]

The way the other girls are so ready to have Lottie recommitted for being “homicidal” and “crazy” when they’re all accomplices in a recent murder and cover up, some of them have killed other people and literally are not mentally well to the point of hallucinating (or they maybe haunted in Tai’s case), especially after what they did IN THIS EPISODE is just so twisted and shows how entirely fucked up and toxic the group is.

“We all got over it” did you?? Because as far as I’m aware NONE of them have ever gotten over it. They mask it, they ignore it, they refuse to acknowledge anything. And that’s the root of all their problems. That’s the root of all of their actions and thoughts and motives.

Lottie was doing well (well, ‘well-ish’ lmao) until they all showed up.

And I don’t mean this is a “fuck them, fuck the show” way, I mean it in a “and this is why we can’t for a moment believe that these women are going to have a happy ending because they refuse to look at the damage that they cause to one another and those around them when it comes the their trauma and actions” way.

[noctude]

natalie natalie natalie i must love you or die

[ivebeentotheforest]

Jeff acting his ass off just for that to happen lmaoo

[garlandslesbian]

i need lottie matthews in a way that is concerning to organised religion

[milf-lover42]

Now that I have collected a few pieces of my heart off the floor after the finale, I can finally speak in a manner intelligible to humans. YJ finale spoilers ahead!

The comparison of young Misty to Adult Misty in a crisis is striking. Young Misty: Ally breaks her leg, she puts pressure on it, it makes it worse. Crystal falls off the cliff, Misty tries CPR but it just makes blood pour from her mouth. Shauna giving birth, Misty was the only one who paid attention in health class but she still panics because this is not something she is trained for at all, and the baby does die (not anyone’s fault). She knows things in theory, but not practice. Most of the knowledge she needs to help is there, but none of the wisdom of experience is there to tell her when NOT to do anything. When enough is enough, and she needs to let go.

Natalie’s death shows just how she has matured and learned. Taissa says, “What do we do?” And Misty’s reply is a defeated, “Nothing, it’s too late.” She isn’t a scared, inexperienced girl in the woods trying her best to save everyone anymore. She is a scared nurse in different woods, with the experience and practical knowledge to know that trying anything would be useless and likely only further Natalie’s pain at this point.

I’ve seen a few posts saying that Naloxone could reverse the effects and Misty would have had some on her just in case, but Naloxone will reverse the effects of opioids, not barbiturates such as phenobarbital. I don’t disagree that Misty would have it on her, but it wouldn’t save Natalie either way. Ironically, if she had used fentanyl as she did on Jessica, Naloxone would have been an acceptable antidote. There is no reversal agent for barbiturates. There was nothing she could do.

And she accepts that.

Her best friend is dying in her arms and she accepts that she cannot do anything but hold her, and more importantly tells the others - who expect her to always have a plan or idea as to what comes next - that there is nothing that can be done.

[scribbledonausednapkin]

“Misty, you crazy fucking bitch.” - Nat in the afterlife, probably

[ravenclawhalfblood]

I know they have 5 seasons planned for yellowjackets but I need it to end with all of the survivors going back into the wilderness one last time. I hope my rambling is somewhat coherent cause I have lots of thoughts but basically, the idea is that despite what happened to them having happened decades ago, it’s never really left them no matter how much they try to pretend it has. The truth is, the plane crash didn’t have any survivors. Sure, some made them out in the literal sense but not really. They all inevitably met their end in those woods. They lost themselves and their grasp on reality as they grappled to hold on to any semblance of normalcy and humanity. They did what they had to do in order to survive, but in doing so, they also killed themselves.

During Nat’s death dream, she appears in a plane and sees her younger self telling her they’ve been there for years. Because the truth is that they all died the second that plane crashed. For decades, they’ve tried to suppress memories of what happened and pretend to move on but as everything starts going downhill once more and they’re pushed together, all these old ideas that they used to cling to in hope of finding some motive and purpose are coming back again, the normal world and the world they built out there clashing together. They don’t belong in the normal world anymore, no matter how much they might pretend to.

Eventually, I think it’s gonna end with them coming to this same realization. The society they built, the one where love and violence are intrinsically intertwined and sacrifice and cannibalism is the greatest demonstration of an all-consuming love and gratefulness doesn’t belong in the real world. It’s in them but no one else could ever understand. They don’t understand that they all stopped belonging in their world the second Jackie died, taking away the last semblance of normalcy with her. When Nat chose the queen card and Javi drowned and they all made the choice to watch, had to adapt fully into this new harsh world in order to survive.

I think the ending would be the survivors finally accepting they don’t belong here. They’re just hurting more and more people. Tai with Simone and Sami, Shauna with Jeff and Callie. Van as the first and most firm believer of Lottie and the wilderness, Lottie as the voice of whatever was out there with them. And Misty, let’s face it, she would happily go back out there. Unlike them, she was probably always gonna end up like she did despite what happened. She never quite adapted to the real world and it’s rules and norms from the start.

Something out there changed them forever in ways impossible to explain. They just know they have to go back. So imagine one of the final scenes with them all waking back into the wilderness of their own free-will, desperate to understand this feeling within them, this darkness that’s been a constant since the wilderness. And there, they find the cabin once again looking much like it did when they first found it in season 1, with everyone they’ve lost standing there, waiting for them. Jackie, Laura Lee, Akilah, Mari, Javi, Gen, everyone. Even Nat and Travis but they’re young once more. And as they walk towards them, the older actresses are replaced by their younger versions as they embrace their old friends once more. They’re back to where they were always supposed to be. They’re home.

I don’t know, I just feel like it’s hard to imagine a happy ending for all of them and this one would be kinda bittersweet with everyone reuniting. It would also go along with the idea that there was something dark out there that wanted them, while at the same time not completely going into full detail on the supernatural aspect of the show which I think would be pretty cool. Maintaining this idea of elusiveness, never fully explaining everything. Also not fully knowing whether the survivors simply stayed there the rest of their lives or died or what. That doesn’t matter anymore. We just see them young and together once more. Everything else in their adult lives was like a dream. Until they woke up and finally understood they could never really leave those woods behind. That darkness out there. It was in them. It was them.

[sprqpointintern]

it was so cruel the way yellowjackets showed us nat laughing at misty's over the top curtsey when nat became the leader, then immediately showed us misty accidentally killing nat in the present. why did they have to hurt us like that? 😭

[torturedpoetspsychward]

nat seeing javi first after she died because she had held onto that guilt about his death for so long. I AM IN PAIN

[midnight-on-pluto]

I'm absolutely destroyed at the parallel between Nat reaching for the moose and Javi, the way that she lost both things she desperately wanted to save.

[honeysuckle-flowers]

one thing about yellowjackets season two is that people on this website love characters who make eachother worse until they. make eachother worse.

[honeycomblattice]

why did travis, adult or teen, not visit Natalie on the plane!!! I cant believe it was an oversight, it had to be intentional, but whyyyyy

[laszlo-writes]

Combining my thoughts for like three fandoms into one post because they all fit together in my head.

When I say that the Yellowjackets finale got chucky season two-ed i don’t mean I’m disappointed in what happened with either of the endings, I just think it was the wrong timing.

I always knew that Glen and Glenda would be put back inside their original doll body, because as much as I loved seeing Lachlan’s versions of them like really LOVED seeing those kids grown up, they were born a doll and they were always destined to return so they could feel whole again. That said, it felt really fucking rushed at the end there and I’m disappointed that that storyline is effectively over now, before it even got really started.

With Yellowjackets and Natalie’s death, I always knew she was destined to die. I predicted during like, my second or third watch that she was going to be Antler Queen (see @milf-lover42’s post about it) and to me, that was always a death sentence in the ‘21 timeline.

I’m not mad that she died, I’m not mad about how it happened, and I’m definitely not mad that it was effectively by Misty’s hand and that she died in Misty’s arms. None of that is what’s upsetting to me- it’s the TIMING.

I honestly think even one more episode to give space to draw out some of those more specific and intimate scenes would have been so much more satisfying, because to me, just like with Glen and Glenda, it was always destined to happen and I’m NOT MAD THAT IT HAPPENED, I just feel like it should have happened LATER after a little more narrative exploration.

Now, what I really will be mad about is if YJs3 gets fuckin,,,, Penny Dreadful-ed. Because that show has two really solid first seasons (first one is the best IMO, kinda how I feel about YJ too) and then it just totally fell apart at season three (and then was brought to an unsatisfactory ending because it got canceled due to budget cuts). PD is also a Showtime show too so I’m like. More than a little suspicious that we’re going to be put in the same sinking boat again.

I really am hoping, maybe beyond logic, that the Yellowjackets team keeps on track in terms of the character definition and narrative exploration that we had established in Season 1, and please god pick up some of those loose ends.

This is super niche but tbh felt really good to get out i don’t even care if it only makes sense to me and two other people it’s the truth lol