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bunch of recent stuff that i havent posted here

[incredubious]

Lash envy ft. nami and usopp

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i keep forgetting this account exists

[dollishwhimsy]

Them falling asleep facing eachother always gets me

[saintsqueensbutchers]

That’s my self insert toxic relationship survivor

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pleak send sketch requests im bored as fawk

[4ngelcove-deactivated20260429]

How could you not like her?

[sawmbie]

[sapphicides]

the idea of a post-rescue who shauna who doesn’t marry jeff, who goes to brown and majors in lit, who becomes a writer and dissects her grief and trauma through her work, who still builds a shrine to jackie out of her life— not by taking on the life that jackie would’ve had, but by writing about her, is everything to me. every novel she writes has a charcater who dies too young, whose death transforms the people around them in a profound way. every poem she writes has an undercurrent of loss to it, with a million different metaphors for death that her readers will spend hours picking apart and analyzing; but not as many hours as shauna spends bent over her desk weaving jackie into her words, killing her again and again while simultaneously immortalizing her in her work as she tries to write her way out of the grief, the guilt, the shame. god we could’ve had it all

[27spoons]

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

The genius of Yellowjackets maintaining the team’s blue-and-yellow color scheme in the wilderness is that it subtly threads the girls’ past identity into their current environment.

There is a deliberate visual language in the wilderness: warm yellow tones from firelight and sunlight in the spring and summer months are frequently set against the deep blue of night and the soft, icy blues of winter. This persistent blue-and-yellow motif ties the survivors to the team they once were, while also showing how the wilderness twists and consumes that identity.

One of the clearest examples comes in the show’s very first scene: the Pit Girl sequence. When she first falls into the trap, it’s early morning, and the surrounding area is tinted in cold blue light. The next moment shown is the group gathered around a bonfire, the flames casting bright yellow light across their figures as they eat her, the warmth of the hue made horrific by the act it illuminates. There’s a tragic irony in how they remain surrounded by the very same colors that once united them as a team, even as they begin killing and eating each other to survive.

[fragiletinyshells00]

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‘anyway, don’t be a stranger’

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middle school nat and van  ⋆˚꩜｡

[missmillicentalyssa]

i'm starting to feel very serious about this

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Never forget that Wilderness Baby had three fathers and none of them were Jeff

[sawmbie]

shes never done anything wrong ever