THIS WILL COVER THE LATEST UPDATE FROM MOTM FOR CHAPTER 1! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE UPDATE, PLEASE DO SO TO AVOID SPOILERS!
OH BOY! That ending, the revalations, the implications! aggghh there's so much to cover! So, let's take this step by step.
The update starts with Cuphead and Bendy backtracking to the former's body after escaping the searchers and butchers. Head still in pieces of course, which greatly unnerves Bendy. Even before we see his face we can tell the body is greatly affecting him. The way he grips his tail and how it turns all wiggly at the end displays how disturbing it is for him. While he claimed that he deserved it, actually seeing the body again may be chipping away that line of thinking. But he doesn't have to long to continue contemplating the body before him. Because two figures come crashing in.
Time for the brotherly reunion we've been waiting for. The Bendystraw duo have very different reactions to seeing in their brothers safe and sound. Cuphead is overjoyed to see both of them are A-OK. Well, as OK as you can be after running from Searchers all day. Bendy, however, looks tense at seeing them. I imagine it may be a result of seeing Mugman again. After all, the last time he saw him he... wasn't in sound mind.
Mugman is relieved to see his brother is, well not alive per say. But still around. Cuphead for his part continues to show he doesn't hold grudges against others easily. While he does say "no thanks to you", it's clearly in a playful manner from his expression along with praising his sharpshooting not even a second later. Just goes to show how deep their bond is.
We also get an explanation for why Cuphead's soul wasn't by his body after his head was blown off.
The magic of the Cupbros is no joke. The blast from Mugman's gun sent Cuphead soaring for miles! And that was his soul! The magic in the blast managed to hit his soul! The Bbros are lucky that they've only been grazed by or hit in minor places by these guys. A well placed shot would have definitely killed them. Speaking of the Bbros, how's their reunion going?
Well, brother like brother. Now there is some irony here with Bendy's reaction to Boris' panic. He had a similar reaction his first time seeing Cuphead. Back then, Cuphead was the one trying to get Bendy to be quiet. Now it's Bendy's turn.
The switch up from Bendy is very quick. From afraid and concerned to irritated in just two panels. It's clear the concern is strictly for his brother and their safety. He still hasn't developed the concern that Cuphead has for him. All he has for him is irritation. Boris for his part, goes from fearful and concerned to shocked. He had no idea Bendy was in as much danger as he was after they separated. I imagine he was horrified for a moment that his brother was in trouble and he wasn't there for him. Then his brother turns to their attackers for guidance. The ones who got them in this mess. He's quick to call him out on this. Which in turn sparks another revelation.
We are once again shown how one sided the deal Bendy and Cuphead made. Cuphead suggested it, but Bendy's the one with all the power. He's the one who calls the shots. And Bendy RELISHES it. He has the most sinister grin we've seen since he first made the contract and gained this advantage. It hasn't fully gone to his head, YET. But it could very well happen in the future where he pushes the limit of how much he can order Cuphead around. And he's the only one with positive feelings about this arrangement. Boris is shocked about what his brother has achieved. And Cuphead is both terrified and nervous. Not just from Bendy showing off how much sway he has over him now. But he did so in front of Mugman. Showing his brother he just sold their souls. AGAIN. And Mugs isn't too happy about it.
Now, Cuphead does have a point here. With the Searchers at large, there was a big chance Cuphead's soul would have been claimed by them. Not to mention the Butchers also searching for a soul of their own. If he didn't give Bendy the power to defend them by signing his soul, he was a goner.
Now something I noticed is Cuphead brings up the Ink Machine again. That it changes everything. Neither brother has the Blot, so it won't help them with that. But if it really has all of Yen Sid's magic like the Prologue states, then it could break their original contract with the Devil. Additionally, something Cuphead doesn't mention, but the contract should end when Bendy takes them to the Ink Machine. Keyword is should.
Now plenty of others have already pointed this out, but it's still a great callback. The language and tone has slightly changed due to how Mugman has matured. It's no longer "your fault" but instead "you got us into this mess". Not "fix it" but "get us out". It's no where near as harsh as it was in the past. The circumstances of who the contract is with is also very different. Instead of the all powerful Devil it's just a "normal" demon who has no real idea how soul contracts work. Presumedly. So they are nowhere near as screwed as they were the first time and Mugsy is more accepting of that. All that's left to do now is revive Cuphead. Simple.
Ok, not so simple. It appears in all their previous fights against the contractors the brothers never had their heads broken. They've probably broken their bones, burned to a crisp, drowned perhaps, and no doubt shot in the heart. But their heads have never shattered. And their heads are key to the Calix Animi (the ability to revive among other gifts) working properly. Nort has stated that Cuphead can still move the body (it got cut for time), so he's not completely helpless. He just can't see or hear to walk or aim properly. Which is a problem, since there are still Searchers roaming around.
At this point, everyone is at the limit. Mugman is still exhausted from using up all of his soul. Cuphead has his body but as stated prior, it isn't in any shape for fighting. Boris tossed his only weapon at the Searcher attacking Mugman. Bendy's the only one who has a chance by using Cuphead's magic and that was with only protecting him and Cuphead's soul. Here, he would have to defend everyone present. Not exactly an easy task. Something Bendy is clearly aware of.
Something I noticed in these panels. Bendy almost has another attack. In the first panel we can see the ink starting to drip down his face. There's also some outlines of drops on his arm. Any more pressure and he might've destabilized right then and there. However a certain map activates and intervenes before it goes too far. In the second panel, where the map flies out to his face, we can see the ink has slowed down to a single drip. By the third panel, he's fully stable as the magic flows around him.
Speaking of the map, it's now fully confirmed to everyone present it's magic. Boris, the most skeptical out of everyone, notices the map glowing. Then they all see it fly out in front of Bendy. Not only that, it causes Bendy's eyes to glow the same golden color. If they weren't convinced before, they sure are now.
We get a brief look at the map's proper form. Most of the locations seem burned out except for two. Toon Town and Sunshine Forest (thanks Nort for the titles and Fly for drawing such as amazing map). These locations will be revealed as we go along the journey. But something impressive is shown with the magic.
The magic doesn't simply point to where they need to go on the map. It makes Bendy see the way forward. As the words are written across the woods "FOLLOW THE PATH". There's even a golden trail of mist winding through the trees for him to follow. This is such an interesting take on a magic map. One that doesn't necessarily show you on paper where you need to go. Instead affecting your vision to see the path in the world itself. You literally can't miss it this way.
There's also something interesting with this. We saw these words before. When Cuphead was leading Bendy away from Charlie. Those same words cropped up back there. When I first read it, I thought it was Bendy thinking that to himself. Looking back now, I think it was the map. The words aren't the monochrome colors typically done for the thoughts of the characters in a scene. They're GOLDEN. The same color of the map and it's magic. I think it TOLD Bendy to follow Cuphead. To save himself by going with him. It was silently communicating with him. Not all the time it seems like, but just enough to try and guide him when he really needs it.
Our protagonists follow the path before them to escape the Searcher. The Demon searcher lurking nearby, watching them flee. Along with another mysterious figure. Who quickly makes their goal clear.
To kill the bbros. And unlike the cupbros, they will not hesitate to complete the mission. The poor Searcher never had a chance. There is so much to the mysterious figure and who they could potentially be. I've been seeing a bunch of theories from everyone in the community as to who this is and their role. One of the most common ideas is that they will eventually join the questers as a sixth member. This is due to a later panel where they contact Mickey about the bounty on the bbros.
The color for the text is purple. A similar purple to the gloves on the toon just out of frame in the Thanksgiving and Christmas updates. Adding to this is the character would balance out the color dynamic the questers have going for them as seen in the character cards. We have the primary colors for Cuphead (red), Mugman (blue), and Bendy (yellow). While Boris and Shelly have secondary colors associated with them (green and orange respectively). And then Pebble has his own thing going for him (blue-gray). This mysterious stranger would add the last secondary color to the team. This is pure speculation of course, and I plan to dive deeper into them in a later post. (The only reason I'm not is because there's ALOT of images I want to use for visual aids and I'm near the limit already. Curse you Tumblr for image limit!)
They contact Mickey while he, Felix, Oswald, and Sheba are trying to figure out where the Cupbros and Bbros could be going. It also gives us some insight as to how long the Cupbros have been hiding since their Collector days. According to Felix, their last known physical location was around 2 decades ago. When they were still acting as bounty hunters. This means they've been in hiding this entire time. On the outskirts of the city, another part of Inkwell Isles, or somewhere else entirely. Fortunate for them, as it means our friends at Wish Upon can't find a good place to start looking for them. But the Cupbros aren't the only ones they can use to try and find our protagonists.
This is something Mickey mentioned when Bendy first introduced himself to him. The name rings a bell. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Until now. Because Bendy was associated with someone Mickey knows. Someone who rose up the ranks of entertainment until the people decided to have him lead them. Someone who is possibly connected to the Butchers roaming and hunting the Bbros.
DANDY. Star of Medicine. The head of Gardenview himself. Bendy's former costar in entertainment. As of right now, we have no idea who Dandy is, how he's leading Gardenview, or what his history with Bendy was like. But we can get some inferences from some of the final panels of Chapter 1.
The crew sees Dandy's face on the side of the cargo car at the train station they were lead to. And Bendy is none too pleased to see it. He looks exasperated, annoyed, maybe even a little angry. Whatever happened between them, it's clear it ended on a sour note. For Bendy at least. These two headed in very opposite directions after their days in the limelight together after all. One ascended up to the top of the world and put in charge. The other fading to near obscurity with a deadly illness and on the run with a magical map to guide him. Their reunion in chapter 2 will be a very interesting on.
Something else of note is the reactions of everyone else to Dandy. Both those present and those not. Bothe of the Cupbros just look befuddled by the graffiti on the car. Boris however? He looks shocked. This is something I'm very curious about. See, we know for a fact Bendy knows Dandy. But it's entirely possible Boris knows him too. Not as well, but well enough. As Bendy's brother, he would no doubt want to keep up with his exploits from time to time. That would also include anyone Bendy performed with. So he may have met Dandy at least once in the past. As to his opinion on him, we'll likely find out when he and Bendy see him again.
Now concerning the graffiti. It's clear they don't particularly like Dandy and whatever he "promised" them. One even goes so far as to call him a "monster". Whatever happened must have been bad. Now, I want to shoutout @yockytherocky for pointing this out in their post. They pointed out that the Barley Butcher has a plate with the word "liar" painted on it. Much like the graffiti we see on the car here. This could lend further evidence to the idea that Dandy is associated with the Butchers and Searchers we've seen in the forest. After all, what's more monstrous than messing with the dead? Additionally, Bendy has been shown to have a history with the Butchers in some way. Whether it's a positive or a negative one is also up in the air at this junction. But with the idea that Dandy is responsible for the Butchers' current conditions, I wouldn't be surprised if he picked them to either mess with or as a "favor" to Bendy. Either way, it's still a grim fate for them. Along with whoever left these messages behind.
There were a number of questions that were answered in this update. And plenty more were raised. Regardless, we'll have to see what happens when our ragtag group of misfits make it to Gardenview in Chapter 2.
And that's it for the update analysis! I shouldn't have waited so long to do this, but AHHHHH, there was so much to go over and I loved every second of it! @nortsauce, @flygutzz, AMAZING END TO THE CHAPTER! It was so well done! And to anyone who stuck around this long, thank you for entertaining my ramblings!
A very long and very personal essay on my struggles with gender.
In early 2023, I realized I was bisexual. This coincided with me discovering femboys on the internet. I saw them and thought they were hot, but I also wanted to look like them. I don't know if at the time this was because I wanted to be viewed as desirable or because I innately wanted to look feminine. I don't know if I denied myself this before that because I went down the anti-woke anti-pronoun rabbithole and thought that the singular "they" was stupid. I just know that it really started then (though I did dress up as a grandma a few times as a small child for Halloween). I always felt kind of weird about it but I finally had the courage to do it, to buy the thigh-highs, and ship them to a very close and trusted friend's house. I tried them on in the closet.
Part of what convinced me to finally buy the clothes was some people on Tumblr. I was a Redditor [derogatory] in high school and when the subreddit protests shut down r/196, I saw that many people were moving to Tumblr; so I moved there during my family vacation. I flirted with some people. They flirted back. It was the first time I really talked to someone in a sexual way. I hope I never have to confront those DMs ever again--I would probably die if someone read those back out to me in court. I took pictures of myself in a skirt and loved the way I looked. I posted them to my blog. I got an incredible amount of positive attention for it. People thought I was hot. I liked this.
Of note is that I have always had a relatively feminine body. I have a soft face. At the time, I had very little facial hair. I also had relatively long hair. I had soft skin and if I had shaved recently I had very little body hair as well. I was largely content with my body besides my weight, which I had always struggled with. I looked good in a skirt and good in a dress. Puberty hit me relatively late and I did not develop a lot of the male secondary sex characteristics until later in life.
I bought rounded thick-framed Ray-Ban glasses specifically in an effort to look more feminine. The rectangular glasses were too masculine to me. I looked like my dad--which I didn't mind, but I didn't want to look masculine and business-y.
I had been shaving my body hair for quite a while but at some point gave up. I did not like having body hair but I didn't want people to think I was gay or something, and I also didn't have a good way to do it besides my safety razor.
I had looked in the mirror and pretended to be a woman several times. Sometimes in a sexual way, sometimes out of curiosity.
I was absolutely adamant that I not have facial hair at any time. I would wear a mask if I hadn't had time to shave in a while and I had 5 o'clock shadow or visible facial hair.
I could get away with just shaving and look passably feminine at all times.
I either did not notice or did not have issues with my hairline at the time.
I was okay with my body for the most part. I was okay with my face, my hairline, and my minimal facial hair. I had issues with my body but I thought I would be okay with it as long as I lost some weight.
Time passed. (I do not like the term crossdressing because it connotes something different than what I mean. Femboy fashion is much different than woman fashion--femboys dress to a different aesthetic and to suit a different body type. I will call this "fem-dressing" here.) I dressed up as a femboy in the closet--i.e., when my roommate was not home. I'd have a glass or two of wine and get a bit tipsy and go on Discord or play ArmA III with people. I enjoyed myself, I enjoyed looking cute, I enjoyed what I saw in the mirror. I looked so cute back then. My first year in college went down this way. I still posted images of myself on my Tumblr, but at this point I wanted to show other people what I saw in myself--I wasn't really looking for validation anymore. In fact, the majority of the content on my Tumblr changed to something of a public journal: I posted my feelings, and also a bit of random thoughts.
I went to Anthro New England, the furry convention, in a skirt and thigh highs and cat ears and an oversized hoodie and a mask. This was my first time actually going out anywhere in this type of clothing.
I went into my sophomore year focused on fitness. I started lifting a lot, I ate more, I put on weight but also a lot of muscle. I liked looking in the mirror and flexing and being strong. I liked the idea of being a strong femboy. I still did not want to grow a beard. I did not want to have body hair. I think it was this semester that I bought myself a Conair Lumilisse IPL, which was honestly quite shit but I really hoped it would work. I didn't have the income to fund anything more expensive or effective.
I tried desperately to remove as much body hair as I could when I had energy to do that.
I kept myself clean-shaven when I could.
I asked trans women for shaving and hair removal advice. Not because I was trans, but because we had similar goals and they had good advice on the matter
I began to vaguely entertain the idea of HRT.
I bought more femboy clothing. I was in an 8-person suite this year with almost all queer people so I bought and wore the maid dress around them one night.
I was more open about this stuff with my very very very close friend and roommate.
As the semester dragged on, I had less and less free time. I was not able to dress fem in private as much and the clothes stayed in the bottom drawer where I left them. I have pitifully few photos of that from this time. I missed it.
My second semester things got really rough. I realized I was transferring and a bunch of other things came crashing down. I was constantly stressed and having a pretty awful time. My general mental health took a turn for the worse as I was crushed under the pressure. I pulled a 4.0, I applied to 11 schools, and I worked 15-20 hours a week. I was not doing well. I think this caused me to stress bald for a while. I had a pretty notable experience around this time. My best friend/roommate got me a cute little sundress from a trans clothing swap. I tried it on and felt wrong. I looked in the mirror and saw my big shoulders and I just felt awful. For the first time, I looked in the mirror wearing passably feminine clothing and just looked like....a man in a dress. I started to not like the way I looked in feminine clothing. It made me deeply upset. I did not want to confront these feelings. I did not know what I should do about them. I did not dress fem for a long time after this.
It may have been around this time, or maybe the semester before, that I started to voice significant discomfort with the facial hair under my chin. I saw photos of me and my roommate on his wall and envied the hairless chin and cheeks I had back then.
I experienced the severe disconnect between wanting to look feminine and not looking feminine for the first time. I looked in the mirror and hated the fucking disgusting masculine man in a dress I saw in the mirror. I couldn't. I couldn't put the dress back on for so long. I couldn't do it. I couldn't deal with that.
I told him I might be trans and he started she/her-ing me. I wasn't ready for that. It didn't feel right. His trans friends told him I wasn't ready for that yet and I had self-discovery to still do, and he stopped. I never told him it didn't feel right.
I finished the semester and went to Chicago for the startup. I overworked myself, putting in 60-80 hour weeks towards the end. I also noticed that my hairline was receding around then and it fucking threw me for a loop. Men go bald, men have receding hairlines, men thin on top. I thought at the time it as probably telogen effluvium--I hated the idea that I could have male pattern baldness. I wished it was female pattern baldness. I could not deal with the idea I might have to cut my hair short for a while to let it regrow because it meant I would suddenly lose my ability to look androgynous or like a woman without the use of a wig. People would see me once as definitively male and wouldn't be able to get the image out of their heads. Long hair for me represented the ability to naturally pass as a woman. It affected me deeply. The tail end of those weeks I just remember looking over and over in the mirror at my hair. I have one photo of myself from that time that I really like. I looked super feminine and clean-shaven.
I started making absolute sure I could shave every morning and did my hair down whenever possible. I needed to hold my androgyny.
I started seriously considering estrogen. I really wanted to look more feminine. I really did not want to age like men do. I did not want to look like a man. I posted about wanting to do HRT on Tumblr. I said I wanted to do it but I wasn't sure about the side effects and fully changing myself and everything.
People on Tumblr started saying I should take estrogen. I didn't have it in me to tell them to back off and that I wasn't ready yet. I called my other very close friend from home, the one I'd ordered the thigh highs and short shorts to two years prior, and she told me that what the people were doing was kind of shitty pushing me so hard and that HRT can have pretty severe side effects that I needed to consider well before doing it, since it's not as light a decision as I was acting. I am incredibly grateful for her. I wasn't ready at the time. I realized I may be getting too online and too in my head about this and I desisted. I told my mutuals to stop telling me to do estrogen and that I wasn't ready.
They stopped the "hahahahaha [my blog name] is trans" jokes when I asked.
I came back home for the end of the summer and worked at the other job for the next six weeks. The whole gender thing weighed on me heavily, but I didn't feel I had the space to explore it properly while at home. At one point during the summer, though, I went out with a woman friend with the express goal of buying myself a dress that I would feel cute in. I wanted to change from femboy clothing to proper women's clothing. No more Amazon skirts and shitty polyester maid costumes--I wanted something that an actual regular boring woman would wear. I was so fucking excited. I was so nervous. I tried on outfits at American Eagle and Aeropostale and got the cutest little cropped denim jacket to cover my shoulders and a really nice white dress that fit me well. I brought this home. My mom asked what I bought and she pulled the dress out and asked "are you wearing dresses now?" I said "just for queer events." I went to the Astoria Nonbinary Picnic with a friend I met over Tumblr and talked to over Discord for like three years at that point. I went out in public dressed as a woman for the first time and felt amazing. I realized it was something I could do and I could look cute.
I wanted to do HRT.
I wanted to be a woman.
I realized I could look good and have good effects from HRT.
I made actual steps towards fixing things like my hair by going to a dermatologist and getting blood work and stuff.
I changed the pronouns of a few online things, including my Tumblr and Discord, to "he/they" or "he/they/she"
I went to my new school. I was determined to try several things before considering HRT. I wanted to make absolutely sure that it was necessary before doing anything like that. I changed pronouns to they/them. I went to the trans support groups. I went to a bunch of community events. I got myself makeup and started doing clinical trials of being a woman. I started going to the mall every weekend in some sort of feminine outfit, be it with makeup or a women's shirt or something like that. I borrowed from the community closet and got breast insert things from another trans woman. I started crashing out several times a week over whether or not I wanted to see a woman in the mirror and whether or not it was something achievable and whether or not I could actually see her today. I see her sometimes. I can't other times.
I really really really liked the way I looked in the cute pink sweater with boobs and a nice hair style. I found some clothes that I actually fucking pass, really really well in. I wish I could look like that all the time.
I got ma'am'd several times by middle aged men at the bus stop. I enjoyed every one of them, mainly because it meant that I was being perceived as feminine.
I started going to a therapist and talking about this stuff with them. I want to answer the question, "is HRT worth it?" I don't know what the answer will be but I do know that I know that I want to find out that the answer is "yes."
I cover my hairline at all times. I don't want anyone to see the 100% male part of me and remember that and have that image in their head. (I'm okay about my dick, though--some girls have penises.)
I want to find out the answer is yes so I can do HRT. I want it to be true. I think this is my weird convoluted mental gymnastics that lets me not actually commit to anything.
My main hangups are:
What if I'm wrong and I've deluded myself into thinking that this is what I want. What if I've surrounded myself with affirming people and nobody is willing to think critically about it and tell me I'm wrong. What if it's an echo chamber? What if I end up realizing I've made a huge mistake and I don't want to be a woman and I'm stuck with boobs and fucked up hormones and a social mess for nothing (I find that the likelihood of this is diminishing every day though, I really think I want this).
At the same time, I have had some very close people, e.g. the several friends who warned me against the side effects of cross-sex hormones, who said I need to consider it better, and I've still come to the same conclusion over time. The closest one supports me and just wanted to make sure I was informed.
What if the world treats me differently? What if I lose out on professional opportunities because people see me differently? The world is not kind to trans people and it gets less kind very day. What if I lose the respect of so many people because of this? How much of it is a choice I am making and how much of it is a need?
Fertility. Freezing sperm is expensive.
I know that this is what I think I want. I don't know if I am interpreting myself correctly. I cannot see myself disliking any effects of estrogen. I think I hate the secondary sex characteristics of men. Should I try forcing myself to be ok with it and live as is or no? IS WANTING IT ENOUGH OF A REASON?? Why do I want to learn from therapy that wanting to be trans is definitely what I want? Is it a sunk cost fallacy? or something more? Why do I hate the idea of finding out that I don't actually want to be a woman so much? Why is that horrifying? Does this mean I truly want it?
I keep finding myself imagining scenarios where I come out to my parents, or friends, or whoever is important in my life. They tell me that I haven't thought it through yet, that I don't know what I want because I'm young, that I'm inexperienced and naieve, that I didn't want this before I had the Internet, that I should try to be grateful for the body I have and the natural gifts that I was given, that I should try to work with what I have, that I shouldn't make any permanent changes because I don't know what I want, that I've wanted things in the past and then realized that I was wrong and that could be the case now, that I shouldn't add things into the mix and destabilize myself. This scenario stresses me out so much and it's a huge part why I want to gather so much evidence and be so absolutely sure about it before I act. I am a highly defensive person in general in this way, I always imagine myself defending my choices to others, in every scenario. My mom asked if I was trans once and I said no and I wanted to say "maybe, I'm not sure." I don't want to subject myself to telling people until I'm sure and I don't want to subject myself to scrutiny until I have evidence and research.
At the same time, I don't know what it feels like to be 100% sure of something or 100% confidence in myself or my identity. I can pull together a guess of how I feel towards something by taking how I feel in that moment and extrapolating but I can't extrapolate to all time. I haven't felt 100% positive in anything ever, even when i have strong evidence for it. I almost feel like if I wait to be absolutely sure I'll be 40 and bald and saggy and gross and male. I can't do that to myself. There's the part of me that wants to be sure, he's hesitant and tortured; there's the part of me that wants to spend more time doing makeup and exploring clothes, they're happy besides the dysphoria; and there's the part of me that wants to start now, and she's eager and excited for the future.
I've been noticing a lot of people saying that to criticize Caityln, you must criticize Jinx for her actions. I even stumbled upon these tags..
Jinx also was someone who wasn't able to have decent education or lived in a comfortable home environment compared Piltover. Her life was always centered around murder and violence before she even made her first kill. This was normalized to her, and before Caityln came into Vi's life, Vi would also believed it would be necessary to protect her family. Otherwise we wouldn't see Vi literally beating up Silco's goons when rescueing Vander. Jinx was willing to live a life of murdering, Nobody, not even Vander, the man who famously known for his own violence, bothered to tell her that she could have lived a better alternate life. Even if he did, Jinx certainly wouldn't agree after what happened to Mylo and Claggor. Atleast devoting into Silco's cause let her have her own space and materials to work her inventions. Otherwise without Silco taking her in, she would have been one of the Firelights that were killed. Vi even said it herself, Jinx did whatever she had to do to survive. Basically the motto of almost every Zaunite that have existed. Of Jinx, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, etc. It was not pretty, not good, but necessary.
Necessary Evil: an act of evil that one believes must be committed in order for a better outcome, when other alternatives could result into a much worse concequence.
Now Jinx and her siblings had literally lived in a basement under a bar and had to result in robbing someone in Piltover to help their father in supporting their family. People say murder is never okay (even though rapists who walk away scott free exist but whatever-), but in a city ridden with bountless of crimes and desperation for control, what is the better alternative? Could it truly be empathy? It's so easy to throw in morality and judge the wicked. But why are they wicked to begin with? Why have they result into such violence into their day to day lives? Is it because they enjoy it, or were have they adopted the "us vs them" to keep them and their loved ones safe? Did Jinx truly wanted to kill people because she wanted to, or had she been expected by dangerous people like Silco to make ensure nobody, not even the innocent could steal away the lives they fought to get from them?
Jinx wasn't just Silco's daughter, she was his most valued soldier. She was his most relied and trusted assasin that saw no reason in believing in stopping crime in Zaun when the few things she's been taught was 1) strength was the necessity of survival, 2) family should be your main priority, and 3) weakness will be the very reason your found in an alleyway. It's why Vi exceled as Vander's prodigy, because the daughter of the Hound of the Underground knew what it took to survive in an unforgiving world. The concequences of Jinx working for Silco, with combination of her struggles with her psychosis, leads to Jinx beings simply written of as a "murderous psychopath", when looking at her own methods of torture.
Caitlyn did not have to be an enforcer, she was the daughter of a councilor. She had an extravagantly rich life with both parents alive at that point. She did not have to rely on robbing people from higher class to make ends meets. She did not have to witness people fighting over objects on the streets. She was blessed not to live in that kind of environment. And even though she started to see the complex dangers of Zaun, as well as the hand Piltover hand in it, she never did anything to help improve the lives of Zaunites. She could've aided support for the Firelights when she was made Sheriff, but no mention of that has ever happened. Caitlyn chose to turn against Zaun, regardless if the gas actually put many people in danger. If one person is a monster, than their race/ethnicity/class is a monster. Even the children are monsters for helping them, and must be stopped. Even your own lover will be a monster for saying what you did was dangerous and wrong.
When Caitlyn gave up on Zaun, she gave up on seeing the true potential it could lead to helping them have better finances, better education, allow them more opportunities to have just as Piltover possesed for hundreds of years. And in turn adopted the "us versus them" mentality. Her people of Piltover versus Those animals in Zaun.
Jinx and Caityln are not the same people. They are do not belong in the same environment, the same social standing, not even the same ideologies because Zaun and Piltover are no where near the same cities. Caityln to Jinx wasn't just someone who was taking her sister away from her. That was the least of her worries believe it or not. Caitlyn was tracking Jinx down, thus making her a threat to her boss's (Silco's) operations. Jinx had a job to do, and someone like Caityln who was an enforcer, the same people that have bullied and looked down on Zaunites, needed to be taken care of. And sorry to say, but the fact Caityln was an enforcer + believed to be stealing Vi away made Jinx kidnapping Caityln at least be enjoyable for her to do. Jinx as a Zaunite had no place in her heart to show kindness for someone who was willingly going to side with the same people who killed her parents and brutalized her people, regardless if Caityln knew.
Yet in Caitlyn's pursuit to get revenge against Jinx, she neglected the needs of Zaun when she had all the power to help them. She did NOTHING in making Zaun be better when season 1 was beginning to show her having somewhat of an interest. Giving Sevika a seat at the table would've been as good as the president inviting MLK to brunch. Because it's just Sevika's word against other council members WHO STILL DESPISE ZAUN. So Caityln did nothing, almost how like Piltover did nothing to help their sister city. And guess what that led to? Guess what Piltover would even have to give up in order to have at least show a bit of care after years of opression and exploitation?
Let me ask some more questions: In a city where its more easy to commit felonies to put food on the table or even have some sort of control in their lives, where would or should the process learning empathy begin? Would people whose lives were fucked up from the moment they were born should even care about purity in moral when they have only themselves to truly take care of?
Do people in real life who have resorted in sex work, robbery, drug dealing, etc. deserve to be criticized for wanting to just want better things than the ones they got? Is doing nothing when faced with eviction, thrown into unemployment, and even not able to have decent health care, better if it meant pleasing the good upstanding masses? Have they stopped being decent enough human beings for rebelling against society's morals?
"Well Ekko and the Firelights advocate for non violence!" Ekko and the Firelights advocated in being the sort of Robin Hood of Zaun, steal from the rich and give to the poor. They also knew not everything was going to achieve from simply promoting world peace and empathy. They had to indulge in fighting and very possibly killing if it meant it would protect themselves. After all, many members of the Firelights were killed by Jinx, as suggested. They know their city very well and knew the risks and concequences of trying to help victims of Shimmer because Zaun could not simply be healed by the "power of community". At least not if community also indulged in the us versus them towards other people in their own city.
"Vander gave up violence because it was wrong!" Vander gave up violence because he had kids to take care of, children who belonged to dear friends of his before they were killed by the Enforcers. And guess what, he took up fighting yet again when his sons were killed and his daughter was injured. His family was put in danger and he had to do something, anything to protect the one he at least had left. And working with Enforcers, knowing the past between them and Zaun, was inevitably going to have Sevika and the others turn against him.
Boy this was alot, and I definitely steered away from the topic numerously lol, but I just needed to get this out of my chest. I have no doubt somebody would make a better, more organized argument about this than me so, there ya go. Also I made a post about Jinx and her self awareness in this post, so feel free to check it out.
(If you're going to disagree, which I will also encourage to do so, please don't be a bitch about it. If you come here talking about how "stupid" or "idiotic" I am about this, my black ass will say some unpleasant things that's gonna ruin your whole ass day so watch your fucking mouth. :))
The meaning of Pomni's torture scene and the horrors behind the Circus
I seen a few people having different interpretations about the scene where Pomni gets mauled by Gummigoo and his crew due Caine's powers in Episode 8, so I decided to try to write about my headcanons of this scene. Of course this is just my personal theory and interpretation and I don't meant to insult anyone else things like that. Just wanna give my perspective about this for funsie.
Let's start with Pomni herself. What do we know about her and her trauma?
She is a 25 yrs old woman who worked as an accountant of a supermarket and liked exploring abbandoned buildings while recorinding her experiences and posting them on Youtube, however, nobody watched them.
She rightfully started as a panicked and lost mess with most of her personality overpowered by anxiety, confusion, and fear she was feeling during her first day in the Circus. A valid and human reaction if you ask me. The fact that during her first day she even found an "Exit door" she convinced herself that she could use to escape, which then revealed itself to be a prop made by Caine, doesn't make her feel better.
During the rest of the adventure, where she started feeling more confortable to the members of the Circus and less scared during the adventures (while still having her moments of rightful fear like in Episode 3), her real personality began to shine more.
She is an emphathetic and emotionally clever girl and "jack of trades".
She is both "selfless" and "selfish", willing to listen to people about their problems and confort them with kindness and understanding while still refusing to become a doormat or a living confort pillow.
She likes calm adventures, but also enjoys some high-stakes adventures as long as she or her friends don't feel harmed or scared.
She hates being touched or being treated like a child. Generally hates or feels unconfortable when she feels like she is being treated like a plaything or as something not genuine.
This is the biggest thing that stops her from being Ragatha (who regarless what you would think, she is effortlessy and "on paper", the kindest member of the Cirucs)'s biggest friend. Not because her kindness or behaviour. Just her being such a people pleaser and toxic optimist that Pomni feels pretty unconfortable, still understanding and recognizing that she is kind and is doing the best she can, and this is not a bad thing.
This is the biggest reason she bagan "befriending" Jax too, since during Episode 4, 5 and 6, he began to feel more "real" and "genuine", talking to her more realistically instead than the one-dimensional jerk he likes to play as. Her friendship with him wasn't a "I can fix him" situation, it was a "You are opening up to me respectfully and I appreciate it and I am doing the same to you" situation.
This still doens't stop her from being "rude" when she had to, especially to people who are having some emotional troubles, beating the crap out of Jax and screaming at him to knock some senses to him in Episode 6 or kinda minding her business whenever Gangle is in trouble. She is not some perfect heroine wanna-be, she is a human person with limits and boundaries she cares about.
Long story short, Pomni is an "everyman". (Source from Neilchasefil.com)
WHAT'S POMNI'S TRAUMA THEN?
I read many people interpreting the "torture scene" as some metaphor of abuse she suffered, but I don't really believe in this interpretation. I feel that if Pomni has been abused in some way before we as the audience would have some hints about it.
The closest we get to "hints" would be some scenes in the Pilot where she poses to "defend herself from Jax" and many scenes when whenever someone is toching she looks a the touch like "Really? Is this necessary??", but for some reasons I feel that... It's not the case???
I feel that if Pomni actually had an abusive and traumating life we would have at least a scene that yells "This happened to me", like Ragatha's traumadump about her mother in Episode 5, Jax's mysterious flashbacks in Episode 6, Gangle's manical episode in episode 4, Kinger's flashbacks in Episode 8 and the Red Dot's scene (that's clearly Caine's origin story). Instead had none of these scenes. Pomni instead speaks of her pre-Circus life pretty casually.
^ This is the body language of someone feeling a bit ankward talking about her life but still confortable and honest about it, maybe with a hint of nostalgy too but I am not really sure about it.
So I believe that Pomni's "Torture scene" is not about her life Pre-circus. Then waht would be about then?
Well, it's about the Circus itself.
WHEN THE HUMANS BECOME "PLAYERS"
When a human joins the Circus, they automatically become something different. They gain a new body, a new look and a new name. People like to joke about Zooble's lines "I want the abilty to have sex" and just go "haha silly Zooble wanna bang Gangle hehe", but if you think about it this is pretty much messed up.
When a human joins the Circus, they also lose the freedom to do whatever they want. They can't say things they want without being censored, they lack organs that do human activities, like digesting food, sexual activites or even simply bleeding.
In short, they lose anything that make them human.
The only thing that remain are stimulations tha make them feel like they are tasting food or feeling pain, but are so probably really far away from realistic sensations and instead more slap-stick.
You don't get cut by a sharp piece of paper, someone throws a knife at your head and you still survive the hit. Something blown up in front of you and you are now covered in smoke while inhaling it. You don't fall immediately, you only fall when you are looking down to the fall.
You don't feel like you are human anymore, you now feel like you are a cartoon character.
In the Circus, you stop being a "Human", and instead you becom a "Player" or a "Superstar" or whatever nickname Caine is giving you.
Even in the closest thing they have to death, the fate is losing your individuality and becoming something unrecognizable to the old you and identical to the any other "corpse".
And Pomni hates being treated differently from an adult human.
Other than this, Jax, Gummigoo and even Caine himself (in his own ways) shows the audience a belief Pomni has.
No matter how much "not-human" you belive you are, she will see you as someone to treat as one regardless.
She clearly doesn't believe in the "You ArE mY PLAYTHINGS!" monologue and instead looks concerned that Jax is using this as his coping machanism, she offers Gummigoo support and a new home as he clealry needs them, and she doens't even consider Caine having a non-human reasoning/motivations for his Villain arc, simply seeing him as as some overpowered self-centered manchild with no empathy and calling him out as one (not that she is wrong, but she doesn't know Caine as much the viewers do, and only had little interactions with Caine, so her opinions on him are much different).
So... After assisting with all the dehumanization and torture the Circus keeps inflicting on her and her friends, how does Caine punish Pomni with?
With someone losing their humanities while she becomes their chew toys, only being able to scream and suffer as she gets mauled alive unable to die in the process.
Meine Theorie darüber, dass Joel das Zimmertrio spiegelt, habe ich neulich gereblogt. Die Spiegelungen v.a. mit Noah und Joel, ganz wenig mit Colin, kommen in dieser Staffel wieder zum Tragen, und zwar mehr als je zuvor, weil Joshua aus etwas herauskommt, das sich wohl immer mehr als Schutzbarriere herausstellen wird, je weiter Joshua draußen ist.
Ich denke hier beim Schreiben und ich könnte mich fürs Mitdenken und vielleicht fürs Korrigieren dankbar zeigen.
Colin
„Weil es ja so unvorstellbar ist, dass man sich in mich verlieben könnte.“ (Colin, Folge 1006)
Colin hat bisher am wenigsten Einfluss auf Joshi gehabt, weil sein Einfluss das akademische Denken ist, und da an der Schule kein Unterricht mehr stattfindet, fällt das flach. Möglicherweise sind Joshis juristischen Ambitionen von Colin, à la Zielstrebigkeit und Hoch-hinaus-Wollen, aber da Joshi in Folge 1111 hauptsächlich übers Anwaltwerden redet, geht der Punkt schon wieder an Joel.
Colin könnte relevant werden, wenn es um Dilara geht und sich mehr aus ihnen entwickelt. (Siehe dazu auch den Teil über Noah).
Colins Heldenreise ist ja die Suche nach Liebe in anderen in seine Richtung. Dafür nimmt er einiges auf sich: er riskiert nicht nur seine Freundschaft zu seiner besten Freundin Julia, wenn er mit ihr zusammenkommt, sondern er sucht sich mit Noah jemanden aus, bei dem er das Love Game nicht im Easy Mode durchspielen kann. Und das nicht nur deshalb, weil Noah ein Typ ist.
Bei Dilara könnten sich Colins und Noahs genetische Merkmale zu einem kraftvollen ... okay, lassen wir das. Hier lesen potentiell unreife Teenies mit (woww). Womöglich wird Joshi als Goldfigur colinesk, da Colin am ehesten der ist, der sich für seine Liebe aufopfert. Colin wird dann am ehesten bei Joshi durchkommen, wenn es darum geht, als verliebter Mensch Dinge über das Leben zu lernen .
Noah
Joshuas Nähe zu Noah wird am ehesten durch Samus Post hier beschrieben. Noah ist derjenige, der sich nach dem Scheitern der Ehe seiner Eltern in die Emotional-Support-Sphäre mit Freddy geflüchtet hat und nie jemanden an sich oder an Freddy heranlassen wollte. Wenn er sagt, dass Freddy normalerweise niemanden an sich heranlässt, dann ist Freddy sowohl sein emotionaler Spiegel (dazu gibts mehrere Evidenzen), als auch sein bester Freund, zwischen den und ihn selbst sich niemand drängen soll.
Es ist nicht Freddy, den Noah aufgibt, sondern die Exklusivität ihrer Bindung. Er lässt zu, dass Colin mit ihnen Gassi geht und bald muss Freddy bei Chung wohnen.
(Malik spiegelt das, glaube ich, in Folge 1109 oder 1110, wo er mit Joshua im Aufenthaltsraum sitzt und Survival X auf dem Laptop läuft. Es gibt es noch, aber Malik nimmt sich die Zeit und verschickt Mikkas Schlagzeug ans andere Ende der Welt. Etwas Ähnliches hätte er in Staffel 28 nicht gemacht. Survival X wohnt jetzt metaphorisch auch bei Chung und Malik geht hin und wieder damit Gassi.)
(Milo spiegelt das, wenn er Socke verliert, wobei das wahrscheinlich ein Abschied sein wird, zu dem Milo noch nicht bereit ist.)
Noah ist der aus seinem emotionalen Kokon rauskommende Daddy.
Joshua hat diesen Panzer aus Marzipan Zynismus, Überlegenheitsgefühl und Besserwisserei aufgebaut und das ist seine toxische Form von Freddy. Er war sich immer selbst der Nächste; anscheinend: weil andere ihn nicht an sich heranlassen, hat er gelernt, eine Persona zu entwickeln, der das nichts ausmacht, die es genießt, allein auf dem Dachboden zu sein. Selbst, wenn Joshi tatsächlich hetero ist, kommt es auf ein Coming-out aus seinem emotionalen Panzer an. Und das ist gerade in der Umsetzung.
Joel
Joel ist derjenige, der in den letzten Folgen immer öfter als dominantes Vorbild für Joshua hervortritt.
Heute habe ich geschrieben, dass wenn Joshua in Staffel 26 dabei gewesen wäre und er das Zimmertriozimmer betreten hätte und am Flipchart stünde das Rätsel mit der Figur, die nicht zu den anderen passt, dann wäre Joshua auch – nach den Erkenntnissen der Folge 1111 – darauf gekommen, dass das "nicht dazugehörend" bedeutet. Joshuas und Joels zugrunde liegende Angst scheint es zu sein, keine Bezugspersonen zu haben, nirgendwo dazu zu gehören, ein Alien zu sein, eine außerirdische Lebensform. Das ist das, wie Elly ihn auch manchmal sieht (bin kein Experte für Elly-Zitate).
Bei Joel kommt es Anfang der 27. Staffel zum Bruch, der alles ändert. Er setzt sich für Colins emotionale Gesundheit ein und versucht ihm, einen Rückhalt zu geben, wenn dieser sich wegen Noah kaputtmacht. Er investiert in seinen Worten mächtig in die Freundschaft mit Colin und baut eine Trennwand, damit Colin bleibt und Noah vergessen kann, was aber nichts bringt. Damit verarbeitet er die Angst vorm Alleinsein, er hat gemerkt, dass ihm sein Fokus auf das Rocket-Science-Projekt nicht richtig die Einbindung in die soziale Gruppe um Colin und Julia gebracht hat, die er möglicherweise bis wahrscheinlich schon früher angestrebt hat, z.B. wenn er versucht hat, Colin für sich allein zu haben, statt das Projekt mit Noah zu teilen. Richtig aufgeblüht ist Joel aber erst, als er in Folge 1077 Noah umarmen konnte.
In der Hinsicht scheint Elly Joshuas Noah zu sein, zu dem er die Grenze überwinden muss, um Zugang zu einem Teil von sich zu finden, der lieben und geliebt werden kann. Dabei muss Joshua aus seinem Panzer raus, um die Trennwand zwischen sich und Elly einzureißen und das Einreißen der Trennwand führt zu einer Annäherung zu Elly, denn seine Abgrenzung zu Elly ist ein Teil des Schutzpanzers, auf den Suki gezielt hat. Und sie hat ins Schwarze getroffen.
Spiegelbildlich ist aber Noah der Liebende, der nicht nur den emotionalen Schutzpanzer abgebaut hat, sondern auch seine Freundschaft zu Joel perfektioniert hat. Und es scheint, als ob all das notwendig war, damit er in der Lage war, nach Köln zu fahren und es dann im richtigen Moment doch nicht zu tun.
My Personal Zootopia 2 Premonitions / Theories - Post-trailer release. (Warning: Spoilers from 13th of June's Annecy Festival leaks and possible spoilers for the second/third act of the movie ahead.)
Zootopia 2 will hit theaters in less than two months, but the first novelizations of the movie and the Little Golden Book will be on sale in less than two weeks, on October 14th according to Amazon, at which point business as usual will happen again: the entire plot will be leaked, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, everywhere, all at once; people will be outraged, comments will proliferate that Disney is sabotaging itself again, dissertations will be written about how stupid they are and how they seem to actively seek to make their movies flop, etcetera, etcetera, yada, yada, yada.
Except I won't be here to witness the massacre it. After actively following every single crumb of information they’ve been releasing, and especially those details revealed during the Annecy Film Festival on June 13th and the most recent trailers, I've decided I don’t want to spoil myself further if I want to let the movie surprise me when the time comes; that’s why I will be taking a much-needed break from social media and live in analog mode until early December.
However, I didn't want to leave without putting all the chips on the table first. Because after seeing the trailer from September 30th, combined with what was already discussed at the Annecy Film Festival on June 13th, I'm now 99% convinced what the BIG SHOCKING TWIST is going to be, and I want to share my theory with you all so that if by chance it turns out I'm right, I have proof that I had already stated it before the entire plot was revealed. 😆😆😆
That being said, I'm placing a giant STOP sign over here.
Major spoilers for the movie will follow, based on information leaked at Annecy and the two official trailers released on July 30th and September 29th. If you don't want yourselves to be spoiled and want to see the movie fresh when it comes out, the time to leave this post is now.
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As we already know from the leaks from the Annecy Festival (if you want to read them, I've attached a link to the post published on the ZNN website), in this installment we'll meet, in addition to Gary De'Snake (the first snake seen in Zootopia in a century, voiced by the amazing Ke Huy Quan), the city's founding family: The Lynxleys, made up of Father Milton; the older twins Cattrick and Kitty; and the runt of the litter, Pawbert, who didn't appear in any of the trailers but did make a really brief appearance in May’s first teaser trailer during the final character reel, and in a screenshot shared by Walt Disney Animation Studios via Twitter a few weeks ago:
Here you got him (The difference in his expressions between the two pictures is striking, though 😯😯😯):
This family in question is guarding a book of extremely great historical value, written by their ancestor (the lynx whose statue is demolished by the van in the July trailer) that contains information about the creation of the enormous climate walls that make it possible for so many different mammal species to coexist in Zootopia. This is the same book Gary tries to steal at the lavish gala attended by Nick and Judy.
Thanks to the most recent trailer, we know he needs it, quoting his own words: "to set things right so that his family will finally be able to come home," arguing to Judy that the snakes aren't the bad guys in this whole story.
Now, everyone that has seen the last trailer will be aware the real villains are in fact the lynxes, or at the very least, three of them (the father and the two older children), which can be seen angrily telling the mayor in the darkness of their office that they must immediately capture Nick and Judy, who by the way ended up helping Gary escape capture and stole the book, becoming fugitives themselves.
Whatever secret that book contains, the Lynxleys don't want it to be revealed. As Jared Bush confirmed in Annecy (BIG SPOILER AHEAD):
Its secret is so big that someone has already killed another animal to keep it hidden. 😱😱😱
Now, what is this gigantic and dangerous secret? Why did Gary need the book in the first place? And why would the Lynxleys want to kill someone so no one finds out?
I'll repeat it AGAIN: Possible massive spoilers from the next paragraph onwards. If you want to avoid (possibly) getting spoiled, get out of here… RIGHT NOW.
I'M SERIOUS.
Wait? You're still here? Are you sure you want to read about this crazy theory? (Sighs)
All right. Don't say I didn't warn you.
My theory about the city's great mystery:
Gary wants the book because it contains the original blueprints of the Climate Walls.
He wants the blueprints so he can get inside the Walls.
And the reason he wants to get in there…
Is because…
Because…
BECAUSE THE SNAKES NEVER LEFT ZOOTOPIA!!!
THE SNAKES ARE SECRETLY BEING HELD CAPTIVE INSIDE THE CLIMATE WALL. THEY WERE MADE PRISONERS BY THE LYNXLEYS' ANCESTOR WHEN THE CITY WAS FOUNDED!!! A FRIGGING CENTURY AGO!!!
THE SNAKES ARE PROBABLY THE REASON THE WALL WORKS IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!
Do I sound like Scuttle to you right now?
I know, I know, I know at first glance it sounds insane, but...
But think about it. Let's say for a moment that I'm right and that this is actually the great secret.
Think what it would mean for the Lynxley family if someone found out about this:
Slavery, kidnapping, snakes being held hostage, conspiracy, distortion of the truth; a lie perpetrated over a century…
Are any of you fans of the Castle series (2009-2016)? If you remember the season 2 finale, episode 24, Castle and Beckett were investigating the murder of a man participating in a spy game. (I looked for the clip, but I couldn’t find it).
During a nighttime poker game with his writer friends, one of them tells Rick:
“No matter how many twists and turns we put into a mystery novel, there are only three main motives for committing murder: money, love, or covering up another crime.”
Personally, I think this isn't entirely true and that there may be more: revenge, like The Count of Monte Cristo; that the criminal is involved in a brainwashing cult, as in The Invisible Guardian (a novel by Spanish writer Dolores Redondo; there's also a movie out there; or the murderous monk in The Da Vinci Code); or that he's simply crazy (the killer in The Silence of the Lambs).
But let's stick with the three ones mentioned in Castle: love, money, covering up another crime.
We can rule out the first one, at least as far as the Lynxleys are concerned. Altough it's very likely that Gary is the one that’s doing what he's doing, even if it's illegal (after all, he caused a stir at a party and is trying to steal a book), moved by love.
And given that the Lynxleys are the founders of the town, they literally live in a damn castle, for crying out loud! I think we can also rule out financial issues.
So what's left? Covering up another crime, something they want to keep hidden at all costs. A crime that could ruin their reputation and their good name forever. Something related to snakes. This isn't just theory anymore; Jared Bush himself confirmed that the mysterious book contains the secrets that explain why there haven't been any snakes in the town in all that time.
If the Lynxleys had been perpetuating snake slavery and trafficking for a century, would that seem like enough reason to kill?
What proof do I have of this?
Plenty! And believe it or not, perhaps the most important one came in the first trailer on July 30th.
Remember this scene?
Nick takes a can from a vending machine at the police station while talking to Judy and explaining that "no snake has set foot in Zootopia in forever."
HEAR... ME... OUT...
There's some very serious foreshadowing here, delivered in three different ways:
The expression Nick uses. He doesn't say "the snakes haven't been seen in a long time" or "it's been centuries since the snakes stopped living in the city" or "it's been centuries since the snakes left." He says that no snake "has set foot on it." This phrase is not a coincidence, as is repeated during the second trailer. Indeed, if we are going to take this in a literal sense, it may be true that no snake has set foot on the city's pavement, because perhaps they were beneath it, within the depths of the wall, being held hostage with no possibility of escape, like prisoners in a Laogai (for those who don't know, or haven't caught up with that episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, these were a series of forced labor camps and prisons in China during the 20th century during Mao Zedong’s regime, where prisoners were “re-educated” and provided cheap labor, in some cases for decades).
Notice what’s happening as Nick tells Judy this. He’s taking the can out of the vending machine ("NO WAY, REALLY? I COULDN’T TELL", I bet u guys just thought that, am I right?). But pay attention to this detail (it’s so subtle it’s very easy to miss):
There is a tiny mouse worker inside the vending machine, possibly cleaning or servicing it. He's so small that it’s very easy to ignore that he's there, and yet, surely without him the vending machine would break down and stop working. What if the exact same thing, only in a way bigger scale, is happening inside the climate walls? That the snakes that are being kept there, and whose existence is being covered up by the Lynxleys and ignored by the rest of Zootopia, are actually the ones primarily responsible for making it work?
You think I'm overthinking this or just rambling? Let's move on to point number three. What happens when Nick finally has the can?
Nick tosses it and ends up breaking the wall, allowing us to see the adjacent room, where a tiny burnt-out computer worker (a mole?) turns around, furious, to give them a very mean-spirited look (before the liquid from the can shoots out and hits him full-on. Let's not forget to attend the funeral).
Is this a hint of the film's very denouement? Will Nick and Judy "open a hole," metaphorically (though possibly literally) to free the snakes and give all the mammals a chance to see with their own eyes the truth of everything that's been happening, of the suffering all those snakes have endured for so long?
Next point:
Gary's Family. Okay, I'm not saying that this cinnamon roll that might be too pure for this world doesn't have a wife and/or children that are waiting for him somewhere, or that they were kidnapped to blackmail him, and that this is the catalyst that drives him to act, unleashing the chain of events that will unfold in the movie. I'd love for that to happen, I mean… just think about that hypothetical reunion scene when he finally embraces all of them after saving the day and defeating the mean cats… it could perfectly be the most tear-jerking scene Disney has ever made since 2017 Coco’s "Remember me"; not to mention the sheer amount of Epic animatics that would come out with the songs "Monster" and "I Can't Help But Wonder," maybe even "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again." However, and without meaning to break anyone’s heart, including mine (I also liked the idea of Gary having young cute noodle-like snake children), I'd bet that the film wants to play with this quote he tells Judy after she has him cornered against the fireplace to make us believe he's talking about his biological family, when in fact he's referring to his entire species as a whole, to a huge population of snakes.
Don't forget that snakes, except for a few very specific species like the garter snake (very cute little creatures, by the way; I think their venom is even harmless to humans, but I'm not 100% sure, I'm not an herpetologist), are solitary animals; they don't form "family units" or long-lasting social units like mammals. Even maternal behavior is limited to laying eggs or caring for their young for a very brief period after birth.
If Jared Bush, Byron Howard, and their team did their exhaustive work documenting the behavior of various species of mammals (lions, buffalo, among others) while visiting Africa during the production of the first film, they'll have done the same with the sequel regarding reptiles. And if they want to be faithful to the nature of snakes, then this will be reflected in the character of Gary. Therefore, when he talks about "family," he can only be meaning "his species."
There’s something else, did any of you come across a certain information sheet that China released about Gary’s character earlier this year?
Credits to this post on reddit for the actual translation.
It mentions he is an extremely optimistic character. Now, I realize that there has probably been some major changes on the final product from january till now, but when I first read this, I thought they were going to give us a kind of Olaf 2.0 (only less cringe); or that he'd be the typical character who would get along famously with Judy and drive Nick crazy, but now I think his optimistic worldview can be interpreted in another way. My opinion is that Gary wants to believe that mammals will blindly accept snakes without question, once he manages to clear their bad reputation. But let's remember Judy's words at the end of the first film: "Real life is more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker".
In real life, there are prejudices; we can all be the bad guy, we can all secretly think Illy of someone or be prejudiced against someone just because of who they look or where they've come from. Perhaps Gary's character development lies in realizing that while there will always be someone (Nick and Judy in this case) willing to help and give them a chance, to put aside their preconceived notions, not everyone will be so quick or willing to discard their prejudices, and that even if snakes are allowed back into the city, there will still be mammals who will view them with suspicion.
But back to the theory. If the snakes are actually trapped within the wall, do the words he says to Judy when he begs her for kindness make sense?
Yes. He's telling her himself: The snakes aren't the bad guys, they're the victims. He wants to fix things (show everyone what's been going on) to clear his species' name so they can return home, to the city, to Zootopia, a territory that perhaps even originally belonged to reptiles until mammals arrived. Perhaps they're introducing an analogy about colonization here; perhaps there was a war over territory. Or perhaps not! Perhaps the snakes and the rest of the reptiles that lived there (let's not forget that in the second trailer they revealed that snakes are not the only ones) at first, didn't mind giving up part of the city so that the mammals could live in it, but the founder of the Lynxleys, seeing them as the most dangerous species, decided to kill two birds with one stone, and after building the wall, he imprisoned them all, wiping the city of what he saw as nothing more than poisonous and treacherous animals and earning free labor to operate the wall that would allow the presence of other species of mammals, such as polar bears and other animals native to cold-climate habitats. This would make the betrayal doubly underhand.
Also, think about the brief scene shown in the first trailer, when the van smashes the founder's statue.
We already know this will be a consequence of the disastrous outcome of the initial police chase, which will lead Bogo to send Nick and Judy to partners therapy. But I also see it as another foreshadowing: It's not just that the statue itself will be physically broken; it's a subtle hint that the founder's reputation will also be shattered when the truth comes out.
If this theory were to be true, then the underlying message of the film would no longer be the same as the first, focused solely on racism, but rather, perhaps, we would be talking about a brutal and ruthless analogy about the pronounced power imbalances between Western and developing countries. Have you by chance seen any documentary about what’s going on in Bangladesh, for example? Rivers covered in garbage, entire families living in shacks, children working from the age of six in factories without being able to go to school to make sneakers with a manufacturing value of three euros that are later sold for 150 euros in America and Europe. Another case, Sri Lanka: women locked away in boats, sewing tirelessly for hours, non-stop, without a minute's rest, clothes that will later be sold in any chain store at rock-bottom prices.
Third Point: The Reptile Club. Watch the scene where Nibbles leads Nick and Judy to the clandestine reptile club.
The red light and the dark atmosphere make it difficult to check the image entirely, but we can see that the animals behind the turtle guarding the entrance are all lizards, like Jesus the basilisk. THERE ARE NO SNAKES. How strange! Isn't it? After all, this is supposed to be the clandestine meeting place for all the city's reptiles.
And finally, these three scenes:
Pawbert (we know it's him because he's wearing the green sweater from the teaser and because some Pop Mart figurine already shows him riding a motorcycle) is driving, with Judy in the sidecar and Gary behind him on the seat. Where are they headed? Yes, sir, toward the Climate Wall (top right of the image).
You can barely see it. But it's Nick in the dark, crossing a walkway in what looks like the inside of a factory. On both sides, there are several spinning propellers. To his right, a little further down, on a walkway perpendicular to the one he's crossing, you can see Nibbles. Only this isn't a factory, but the inside of the wall!
Want some more? Let's go to the scene that's keeping everyone in the fandom up at night. Yes, that same scene that threatens to break our hearts, the maybe Nick-confessing-his-feeling-towards-her scene, the one with him and Judy staring at each other, with the sunrise or sunset (I still don't know which one it is) in the background.
Look where they are. They're on top of Tundratown's weather wall. You can see the top of the wall on the left. AND THAT'S NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. Look closely. Is it just me, or is the walls' activity... been shut down? Let's compare it to Judy's arrival in the city at the beginning of the first film, as she travels through the different districts by train.
Do you see how the walls appeared to be creating a blizzard back then? However, now they seem to have stopped. Are we witnessing the moment of calm after the final battle?
And finally, remember Rango's words... erm... I mean, Jesús's: "When you two save the city, maybe everyone will see that reptiles ain't that different." When you save the city...
Does he know, or at least suspects, anything about what might be brewing inside the wall? About Gary's motives for wanting to save his folks?
Is the narrative circumstantial evidence not enough for you? Maybe you think this theory doesn't hold up logically because, if this is really true, then how the hell could they have survived 100 years inside, in deplorable conditions, working tirelessly, without seeing sunlight for a single day?
Okay. How about I give you some biological evidence? Have you ever wondered or looked up the average lifespan of a snake? I didn't know, and out of curiosity, I Googled it.
And you know what I found out? It's mind-blowing. Well, it turns out that life expectancy varies greatly depending on the species of snake. Generally, it's between 15 and 30 years. BUT, BE CAREFUL, there are big differences depending on whether they live in the wild or in captivity: In the wild, it's rare for them to live more than 20 years, but in captivity they can reach over 30 years. The longest-lived snake on record was a ball python, which survived in captivity for a whopping sixty years.
It's true that we don't quite know how the age thing works in the Zootopia universe. When the first film came out in 2016, they confirmed that Judy was 24 years old and Nick was 32, which would mean they were well past the normal lifespans for these animals in the real world, which is usually 9 years for a rabbit and between 3 and 4 for a fox in the wild. On the other hand, there's the case of Fru-Fru's daughter, little Judith. The sequel is supposed to pick up a week after Nick joined the ZPD. When the first film ends, Fru-Fru is already pregnant. It would have been logical for her daughter, if the directors are attributing to all animals the same lifespan and growth rate as a human, to have appeared as a newborn baby. However, in the hilarious "Kiss my ring" scene, the little shrew appears to be between 3 and 5 years old. It might be an intended plot hole to make a joke and get a few laughs though.
However, assuming that, despite this slip, they still maintain the premise that, in this universe, animals have the same average lifespan as humans, and if they're going to add those extra years to snakes if they live in captivity, then it's more or less feasible that snakes could have been locked up for that entire century and survived.
And that's it. Now it's a given, I promise. I'll come back in a few months to see if I can celebrate being right...
Or if I have to bury my head like an ostrich after all this rant I've unleashed.
Now, I swear I DID NOT meant to write such a long essay. I might have gotten a little too carried away, and if despite that you have read it to the very end, then I can't just thank you enough for all your time and patience.
So, do you think it has some chance of it being correct or does it sound too far-fetched? Likes, comments and Reblogs are very much appreciated. (I might not read them until the movie comes out, though).
or bpd as a twdg fandom essay, & violet's analysis
[Mar.26-29.2024 | 27,991]
Throughout my time spent within the TWDG fandom—since late 2019, early 2020—, Violet as not merely a love interest but a character exists as the fandom’s staunch polarization. And the funny thing?
I get it. A lot.
Much of what I’ve read into this character has been extrapolated from my own experiences, and those experiences speak to an inherent, polarizing chaos. It’s something that’s quite honestly a purgatory to try and articulate—I have tried—, and another bane to hope that people will get it. At least, enough to not just sweep my words under the rug. This essay is ultimately a trial to see if I’ve done enough work with myself, both emotionally and in writing, to be able to explain this to those none the wiser, or to the some who feel the same things, but have yet to hear it spoken with absolute clarity.
Through a fandom essay, no less. Specifically about a video game character who grows on people—Louis promises so.
Borderline Personality Disorder.
Nobody really likes to talk about it. Too many times in my life, I’ve had people sweep it under the rug because it is not a pretty thing, in times where I was pleading for help; often, in presence of the wrong crowd, it feels like a target nailed to my back.
It’s intrenched within stigma. And what’s difficult about that is…, yeah. I get why. There’s no mystery to it.
…yet there is so much people do not understand because not talking about it is so much easier, and the joke is, talk therapy is quite literally BPD’s primary treatment.
And so let’s talk about it. Allow me to pull away the confusion this disorder brings, and lay it out—as best I can—in a more digestible manner, through a deconstruction of Violet. I’ll have a little fun with it. However, if this essay reads in a more…straightforward tone compared to the couple others I’ve written now, it should. I’ve attempted to write this in a more lighthearted language before, but it didn’t really get the message across well, I would slip to this anyway, so. Yeah. I will still be conversational, just less so.
With that, however, this is another long essay. I hope you enjoy. :)
[Given the subject matter & the inclusion of my own experiences, take heed. This discussion is sensitive. W/ my experiences, I assure you I'm fine. I speak from a place where I’ve worked through my experiences.]
[Also, to stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale: I reference Louis and one of your essays about him, hence the @. But this thing's real long and about Violet, and stuff. Lol.]
[Briefly, but Exhaustively, to Clarify]
Before any discussion of BPD, then Violet’s deconstruction, a few things.
One. No, I’m not outright diagnosing Violet with BPD. She isn’t diagnosed in the game. I’ve not heard anything by Telltale or anyone associated remark BPD either. None of the schoolkids, for the matter, are diagnosed because it’s not that kind of story. The most we’re given is a narrative that explores their patterns in behavior, and then one…“diagnosis” with Willy. That being the, uh, chronic masturbation. (No, I did not think masturbation would be included in this discussion, but here we are. Thanks, you bug-eyed child.) Even then, however, that was likely a symptom of a larger issue with Willy.
Instead, I like this character. I see a lot of myself in this character, recognize the patterns she exhibits, and I’m hardly the first to associate Violet with BPD—since though she’s not diagnosed…, she is a little bit textbook. I’ve also seen a lot of the fandom misinterpret, preemptively judge, Violet for the things she does.
And I don’t mean the confusion and betrayal players feel should they save Louis over Violet. That reaction is normal. Yes, feel confused and betrayed. Because that’s the intention. What I take issue with, and part of why I’ve wanted to write this for a long while, is the…undertones beneath what is generally said. The opinions, too, that go along with it. All of which, ultimately, feed into the stigma that BPD is so intrenched within. The ignorance, and the refusal to understand both why and how.
So I do this through Violet because I adore TWDG, I’m in a TWDG mood, and, she is actually a phenomenal example to use for discussions around BPD. No, she’s not canonically diagnosed, but, it is better to explain a character by using a researched concept, just as much as it’s easier to explain said concept through a fictional example.
…and myself.
This essay will have a lot of commentary based around my experiences. A lot of this disorder’s stigmatization makes it difficult to find good information to understand what it does—specifically from the perspective of the borderline personality, not observers—, because…it’s just not the same as ADHD or depression, which have been big talking points within the recent years. I also have ADHD—runs in the family. That said, conversations in mental health has its fair share of stigma regardless, it’s just that BPD…does not help itself, largely due to the concepts I’ll be going over.
Also, I am very similar to Violet, down to how we dress, but also in personality. We’re not the same, but there’s enough where I feel like I can explain a lot of this character in relation to BPD. Because it’s a personality disorder. In similar personalities, the disorder will—more often than not—present itself the same way.
This does lead me to a third: as much as I’d like to say that this discussion will be the absolute, universal truth, the reality is no, this discussion will likely have blind-spots. It won’t be universal. For a myriad of reasons.
BPD is, again, a personality disorder. Its expression is entirely dependent on the personality, and the experiences established. So anyone who is not an indifferent/apathetic person, who is more extroverted and not the marginal recluse that I am, there will be aspects of this that won’t align. The rudimentary concepts may apply, but the expressions and emotional processings behind these concepts may not.
This also bleeds into the fact that BPD overlaps with many conditions, and traits of the disorder can be found elsewhere. Which, quite frankly, is fairly standard for most disorders, because it’s about the expression and amalgamation of the traits, not the traits themselves. So, as I discuss BPD, you’ll likely find yourself relating to certain points.
Do not take this to mean that you yourself have borderline.
Well, okay. You might. There’s nothing wrong with doing research, and to evaluate all of your resources. Keep in mind, however, there is a difference between one condition relating to another, and one BPD relating to a likewise diagnosis.
BPD overlaps with many conditions (like ADHD); it shares many traits in others.
The reasons for it includes how BPD is developed, where the development will be alongside other conditions—like, say, PTSD—, or other conditions may predispose the condition—ADHD—, or, or, both.
And then, some of this relatability is due to language. There are limitations in the words I choose, especially when this essay is intended for a wider audience. When I say, I go from 0 to 100, you may know precisely what I’m putting down, or, your 0 to 100 is my 0 to 10. And there will be that barrier in understanding because…we’re different people, with different experiences, living alongside different conditions.
Some of you reading will just never understand what it means to get whiplashed by your emotions at the drop of a dime, where you’re perfectly fine one minute, and then you feel like you’re about to have a heart attack the next because someone said something, and you don’t understand why it hurt you the way it did, but it did, and you’ve already lost your shit, but you don’t want to do anything, but you can’t trust that you won’t… All…with the guilt that it is happening again, and you should have known better, and it’s all your fault…
Yeah. It’s okay if you don’t understand what that’s like. And to be quite blunt, if you don’t, be grateful. BPD isn’t fun for anyone. There are slight blessings, but those are gravely overshadowed.
Given that I do expect a lot of people reading this won’t understand, this essay will be exhaustive. I don’t really want to cut corners, even though certain aspects of my experiences will be kept to myself, and not everything about this disorder can be related to a video game character.
I do want to give it its due. The drafts before fell into the trap of not articulating precisely what I wanted, with the transparency I needed.
…hence why it’s long, but with that, let’s start with understanding BPD at its core.
[BPD, in Experience, as an Introduction]
So. Borderline Personality Disorder.
Boiled down, it is purely the complete lack of, or, the severe impairment of emotional regulation.
That’s it.
That is literally all it is. And in understanding that, it explains (in part) how and why many of you may relate to certain aspects throughout this essay—emotions, and the (dys)regulation thereof, are integral to each and every one of us.
However, BPD is distinct, and I will comb through the how and why in this section. It is quite simplistic when boiled down, but this synopsis implicates everything about a person.
It is also. Not. Bipolar Disorder.
(Yeah, let me just kick this out of the way.)
Bipolar Disorder is about the brain chemistry, and is defined by manic and depressive swings.
Borderline Personality Disorder is a disorder of the personality. It’s systemic to the person. Could someone with BPD also have bipolar? Well, yes, which doesn’t help in the confusion, but to be the least bit informative, those instances often imply a specific BPD type (comorbid).
[Further resources will be linked at the end, for the BPD types, relationship with bipolar, and additional elements to come. For the sake of the essay, I won’t delve into this in-depth.]
This nuance—comorbid-BPD and bipolar—illustrates how complicated of a conversation BPD is. Again, it’s why this essay will be exhaustive, but also selective in what it covers.
Including, but not limited to, this kind of nuance.
To embark what a severe impairment/lack of emotional regulation means, it’s important first to establish the working definition of what emotions are—the definition, at least, which this essay utilizes.
Emotions are the reactionary senses of the body. Where sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing are the immediate feedback from the environment to the body, the emotions are the immediate responses to the stimuli, to prompt our actions thereafter.
Our relationship to our emotions is a very complicated one, because…we physically feel our emotions, which can be conflated with the feedback from our environment. Comprehension is also required to understand what, exactly, these emotions are signaling to us, because an environment isn’t just physical. Social, cultural, and psychological environments are included.
If you ever wonder what, exactly, a dog with the intelligence of a 3-year-old actually means, it’s their comprehension level of their emotions. These dogs are feeling the same emotions as a 3-year-old, and a 30-year-old. But there’s a catch: dogs don’t do the whole language acquisition thing like we do. Language acquisition being the learning process we undergo in our youth, because we are wired to speak and derive meaning through vocal, then visual, patterns.
I say this because a lot of emotions are, physically, perceived the same way, but we use language to distinguish one from another because contexts do matter. And they matter a lot.
Like, what’s the difference between lust and common excitement? They both feel similar, don’t they? But, lust is specific to a defined context.
And in this way, language absolutely contributes to the complexity of emotions.
But ultimately, emotions are just there to tell you what comforts you, and what doesn’t. It establishes what kind of environment you feel safe within, or at risk; the gradient within that establishes what you prefer, what you can tolerate. So the places you go to. The people you surround yourself with. Your interests. Activities. How you want to present yourself. Your morals, and ambitions. Identity and sense of self.
All of it is prompted by emotion, and your comprehension of that—ultimately through language—establishes how you respond.
How we actually navigate this is through regulation. Or rather, the process of self-comprehension, where an individual has to evaluate a situation, their internal reaction to such stimuli (both in thought and feelings), and the appropriate behavioral response. Dysregulation, then, is where that process is faulty.
So as we mature into adulthood, and our learned behaviors are set in stone (more or less; old dog, new trick or something), we’ve ideally learned how to comprehend these emotions, how to use language to articulate them and relay them to others, and find what is comfortable and what isn’t.
People get in the way of themselves, however.
For some fucking reason, we think we’re so fucking smart because we can talk, and we got thumbs, and we, like, stand on two feet. Or if we don’t got two fucking feet, we can build a wheely chair to sit our asses down.
And? We like to convince ourselves that we know better than our emotions, to the point where they’re disregarded. Of course, social contexts, understanding how your actions may impact others—those are all nuances which, yes, our emotions may not respect, but we do.
In regards to when people refuse to acknowledge emotions for what they are…
Piece of advice, from someone with BPD, emotions run like rivers. You do not decide what that river’s water is, how much there will be, and when it will flood. What you can decide is what canals to dig to retroactively contain that river, when to do that, and to establish how to treat the different flooding waters. You will drown if you think you can just ignore them.
Because the funny thing about water? If you fall high enough, land the wrong way, you might as well have hit stone.
In this way, emotions are devastating, and the mind and body has many mechanisms to deploy should an individual be constantly bombarded, and there is a need to prioritize our primary senses—touch, smell, sight… To prioritize a survival.
Take DID, for instance, where often it’s the mind “divorcing” itself into several identities in order to protect and shield the host from further trauma. There are many, many disorders like this where the brain deploys its failsafe, but that failsafe comes at a price.
BPD is, effectively, what happens when one of these mechanisms deploy, but the cost cripples an integral function to the human experience. It cripples the capability to dig those canals, redirect those rivers, and it can even imply a blindness to what kind of water is flooding.
…in many respects, this implies that BPD is, inherently, a disorder rooted in other conditions, just set to the absolute extreme. But when I say “absolute extreme” to someone who has never experienced emotional turmoil, the wrong impression may be impressed. Again, much of what I say may relate to your own experiences, and it’s why I have to take great care in articulating precisely what I mean because…it can be easily misinterpreted. Everybody has had moments where they are not in control of what they feel, and they do things. However, while the instances may look the same, the mechanisms, patterns and history behind them…are not.
Hence why BPD and bipolar are so often confused, because at the height of those disorders, it can very well look the same. I have had manic episodes that look identical to someone in a bipolar episode within one moment. But the differences are the mechanisms, patterns, and history. For these two disorders, it’s what’s actually going on in the brain, what stimuli we’re actually reacting to, and then timeframe. Mania in bipolar can last months; in me, I plummet into mania for minutes, or hours, or days—a week at most. And I can rocket right back out of it, back to an indifference, or into some other extreme.
And those mechanisms, and patterns, and histories are what make BPD, well, BPD.
We now get to how BPD happens. And though there is some debate, BPD is a developmental disorder. It’s created.
Through a number of factors. Genetics (like a family history), accompanying conditions (such as ADHD, autism, due to the predisposition to emotional dysregulation), past experiences of trauma, and, the environment.
And that’s the footnote version. Because this disorder, while there are strong patterns observed across diagnosed individuals, again has its nuances. Going into what causes BPD will lead you down a steep rabbit hole—in part because it’s dependent on the person, history, and environment, and in part because…, well, there is stigma, and there’s a lot of unknowns. Borderline, as a name, is not telling of what the disorder is. There’s a long misogynistic history to the disorder’s criteria, despite the fact that there’s a lot of men out there that have stunted their emotions, will fly off the handle when their egos are slightly bruised, call themselves alphas, are vehemently loyal to that alpha identity…
Hm.
That’s a discussion for another day. Point being, I cannot indulge this essay into every kind of way a person can land themselves with the disorder. It’s never ending. I have other priorities to indulge. Such as:
What kind of abuse is commonly attributed to BPD?
The answer? For such a volatile personality?
Neglect.
Funny, isn’t it? How neglect—the absence of—is what often causes BPD, of all things. Most would likely scoff, because our world has groomed the idea that the other kinds are worse, and are what creates monsters. Because it doesn’t make good tv, does it? Like the times where I was sat in time-out for…some reason or another, on a bench beside a chalkboard. Upwards to 10 hours of the day—which is a long time at three years old. That doesn’t make for interesting scenes, does it?
No. And because it doesn’t, and stories like their spectacle, media relies on the other kinds. To the point now where it’s necessary for our idled attention spans.
To be clear, this isn’t to demote abuse types outside of neglect, nor is it to insinuate that they cannot coexist within one circumstance. The fact of the matter is, different traumas with different people in different environments will lead to different conditions. There is no worth in proving to each other which trauma is worse or better, because it’s entirely dependent on the people and environment(s) involved.
What I will demote is the common, ignorant insinuation that neglect doesn’t destroy a person.
It’s why it is ironic, how BPD—an explosive thing—is often born from neglect.
How it does such a thing is…complicated. Lucky for this essay, I’ve lived it.
Within the first handful of years in my life, there were many things like sitting on that stupid bench in my room, for hours upon hours. My parents, at the time, were young themselves and fresh from college. My dad was in the military, so he had been deployed, leaving my mom alone with me, and…her BPD. I suspect postpartum made things worse.
Before you assume, it isn’t that she didn’t love me. Quite the opposite, but it was only through the divorce a few years later was she diagnosed. So, she didn’t have the resources for such a disorder at the time. Which made things worse, because part of treating BPD is being aware you have it.
The thing about these kinds of abuse is that…they come from the people you least want to admit, and for me, it had been my own mother.
And, the thing about neglect, especially mine, is that it’s hard to explain how no…, she was home. It wasn’t like she’d leave me like that. But, even so, I couldn’t tell you what the fuck she was doing when she wasn’t in the same room.
I was left to my own devices. I told myself stories with my stuffed animals to pass the time. I was often hungry too, and there are two accounts from family where, upon visiting, they saw this little toddler know how to work the baby-gate to the kitchen, and start to prepare food—sandwiches for me, and I’d pour food for the dog.
I seldom spoke, was borderline mute. Didn’t really converse until four. But I knew what people were saying before that. I did also pick-up behaviors from my dog as well; I would pant whenever I was happy, and whimper instead of cry.
By the tail-end, as I was getting into kindergarten, my brother was born, the divorce was in motion, and my dad would thankfully win full custody, and my mom, visitation.
You see, through those initial years, those mechanisms deployed.
I had to swallow down the instinct that the parent would be the one to nurture, and I had to find ways to feed myself, then my best friend and true guardian—the dog. Had to learn how to work things like a baby-gate. I also had to be vigilant of her, and know what mood she was in.
It’s these two things, working together, which utterly fractured me emotionally. The feeling of being hungry, truly hungry, is not something I wish for anyone. The realization that it’s not because you’re out of food—not until the separation began, and the weekends with my mom were marked by this hunger—, but because you don’t know how to get that food, and the bigger person is not getting the food, so you try to learn but you are still a small child… It’s even worse. It does something to you. Then, having to sacrifice your own emotional nourishment in order to keep an eye on an adult’s volatility is that final nail.
That was the first stage of my neglect. And it was bad. It was a really, really bad situation. My brother only lived with my mom for a couple years before Dad’s full custody. In that time, from when our mother was the only one to take care of us with my dad helpless in a different country, then to switching every week, he developed OCD tendencies, which are still present.
Twenty years later now, it’s been remarked that I was…kinda the best candidate to survive this out of not just my brother and I, but our cousins as well. And I agree. I’m naturally reserved, and even as a kid, I would push back against my mom. It would ignite her, but the fact that I was confrontation said enough. Meanwhile…, I do not know how the fuck my brother would be mentally if he’d been the one stuck alone with her for those three, four years. I don’t know what my dad would’ve come back to whenever he was allowed to be with his family.
And I would not trade places if given the chance. Because even if I’m a black sheep, my mechanisms allowed me to get away as well-adjusted as I could be.
But… Still. Beneath those remarks…, there is a misunderstanding. When my family says I was the best candidate, it’s because they look at me and see a person who isn’t sick. When I say I was, I mean…my brother would have been worse off.
Granted, now that I’m out of school, it’s slowly dawned on them that…yeah no. There is something wrong.
…as I aged through childhood, I didn’t quite understand what the costs of the mechanisms deployed were, but I knew there was something very, very wrong even back then. And I would tell my family. Every now and again, throughout years, I’d raise alarm because I realized I reminded myself of my mom.
Only to be told that I wasn’t my mother, and that I was overreacting. Told me that, “People like her don’t know there’s something wrong—that’s the disorder.”
Come a mere few years ago, and I am told about times where my mother, as an adult not long before having me, would break down because she didn’t want to be like my grandmother.
There was a family history. My mother knew it. However, she was also diagnosed through the divorce, because she couldn’t take care of my brother and I. Highly doubt admitting her BPD was the reason was because “she didn’t know there was something wrong.”
I was told there was nothing wrong. Meanwhile, I would do things I didn’t understand, and experience the world in a way people around me didn’t, …as it turns out.
For one, which is still true now, I cannot cook for myself, in a kitchen, when it’s dark out. I also cannot cook when someone else is nearby, or already in the kitchen itself. I will wait, because should I cook in those times, there’s a feeling. And I can’t stand it. The feeling of—
Oh. No, the feeling isn’t being watched.
It’s the feeling where someone may be lurking, and I’m about to get caught. This is likely a remnant of times when I was very, very young, and I tried to feed myself, and I…was caught. And she blew up.
There are other behaviors like that, specific to me. Because the body remembers before you yourself.
In the years after my mom, I found myself in the second phase of neglect—the one, I argue, is what actually creates BPD.
And again. For another time. It came from the people I least want to admit.
The neglect, the denial, in every alarm I raised did something to me. Another thing, though given my experiences, it also did feel similar to the first phase. My family loves me, I understand, and I get why they denied. Because they knew about what was happening to me, then my brother, but circumstances had them trapped in watching from afar. A sort of…they didn’t get to me in time.
My mom was also a nightmare for my dad. So…, to see that resemblance is not something anybody wants to admit.
But still. I was in therapy (to socialize me), but that didn’t last forever, and people kinda just shrugged and thought it was good. The therapy did its job. Without noticing what was happening.
The mechanism that deployed was still there, never to be acknowledged. So it festered. It scarred my trauma over, and now, there’s a great blemish on my mental health.
And that blemish has a name, and it’s BPD—the disorder cultivated by the neglect of an aftermath. Where trauma struck, and there was no chance given to process it effectively, and to heal.
All of the nuances I’ve discussed before remain to be true. From what I understand, however, is that the primary reason why Borderline Personality Disorder can look so differently on so, so many people, through a range of traumas is…it’s consequence. BPD has its characteristics, the ones that distinguish, because ignoring the recovery after significant trauma presents itself the same.
Now, I’ll indulge in one of these characteristics.
It wasn’t until recent, as I embarked my adulthood, where I realized the core mechanism I had inadvertently deployed, the one that came with a price:
Alexithymia.
Or, emotional blindness.
This in itself is not considered a disorder, largely because (and for the sake of this essay) it is an associated symptom, a mechanism, of many, many conditions. Depression, PTSD, eating disorders, ADHD and autism (again), schizophrenia, and I can go on, and on, and on.
BPD is included, of course.
There are many ways to be blind. Take visual blindness, where it can be an absolute void, a severe impairment, some colors recognized but not all, or, there’s too much feedback at once, and the light becomes illegible. Being devoid of emotions, or apathetic, is the standard; some people may feel a perpetual onslaught that cannot be deciphered, and others could find themselves in between.
Whatever it may be, alexithymia is characterized as the impaired awareness, explicit identification, and/or articulation of one’s feelings. So, as long as the shoe fits, and the person can’t decipher, convey/express their emotions… That shoe’s not on the wrong foot.
In my case, I fall into the standard.
When I was young, I likely stifled my own emotions in exchange for vigilance. It never left, however. If anything, it got worse the more I neglected recovery. Now, I don’t feel much, day to day. I know I experience emotion, and react to my environment, and have thoughts… Yet, the environment is almost dreamlike. It doesn’t quite register, and the people in my life feel like figments unless I’m right there with them, in the same room. I’m indifferent to most. Memories are a lot like this too—not like I don’t remember anything at all, but in the moment, I kinda just exist. I can think and plan about the future too, but it’s that I’ve realized I have to, not that I feel any kind of urgency.
Because I don’t care. At all.
Or, I do, but there’s nothing in here to tell me that. Because my body, also, is quite null. It doesn’t tell me what I feel. I couldn’t tell you in the moment, so I’ll usually resort to, “I’m fine.” And inside this head of mine? Not much. Kinda like static—the tv is on, there’s a lot of channels going, but it’s just…not there. Beyond static.
So as I write this, and write any of my works, it's less of spilling all the crazy thoughts inside my head, organizing them, and more of me spilling an open wound I don't know how to close, figured I don't really want to close it, because I kinda just like watching it spill across the page and see what I'm thinking, and what I can create.
To be quite honest, being a writer in this way does legitimately feel like I'm a blind sculptor.
If all this sounds like a depressing experience, I'm fine. Genuinely. I am. This is actually quite comfortable for me, and it's also me at my most rational. Plus, it helps that I've developed a fairly strong coping means—this writing thing—that serves to be a therapy in emotional comprehension. Another mechanism, really, that is derivative of what I did as a toddler.
I'm also a hermit. I'm content with being reclusive, and to myself.
And again, I’ve already processed all of this. I wouldn’t be writing this essay otherwise.
So how does alexithymia relate to BPD? In what way is being apathetic mean I can fly off the handle?
What does alexithymia mean for an episode?
BPD episodes vary. Depends on the person, and a trigger, and the environment.
In the traditional a switch is flipped, and the person just loses it, it’s via said trigger. A legitimate trigger, not whatever TikTok is blabbering. Trigger as in to a gun, and it just takes one pull, and you’ve been set off.
When this happens—BPD or not—, it effectively shuts down the reasoning part of the individual’s brain, and sends them straight into fight-or-flight. They are in a very primal state, and will react on emotion alone.
In BPD, our brains are wired to do that in (potentially) a very, very short period of time. Can be literally a blink and you miss it. There’s a look in the eye. If you know, you know. It happens enough times to establish a history of this within the person. Forces people to walk on egg shells to avoid this. Because it’s scary. It can get scary.
Here’s the thing:
It’s scary for us too.
Not too long ago, a lot of changes happened in my life, and on my birthday, I was driving, and I wanted, so badly, to just swerve off the road and down into the woodland—the ditches would’ve been steep enough. Woke up that day wanting to. Didn’t understand why, but I also wasn’t asking because that reasoning part of my brain was switched off. That day, the episode wasn’t explosive, but had I brushed upon a trigger, or someone accidentally said/did something, it would likely have been the case.
I was in an agitated state—straying down the line between stability, and not, where at first glance I’m fine, but…the more you look, there’s something quite wrong.
I was also craving McDonald’s. So I went. I sat myself down on my own, and ate my food.
And suddenly… Literally nothing was wrong. Well, no. I was still mildly stressed from moving from college, but, nothing was wrong that day. I was just hungry, not suicidal. Yet…it felt like I was. Had me believe it for a hot minute.
Had I not had the burger, fries, and McFlurry… I don’t know. Had I had access to something swifter than a car. I really don’t know.
This is what the disorder does. This is why it’s scary for the people around, and terrifying for us.
And in those like me, where everything is null, until it isn’t, it’s terrifying in a specific way. Goes from 0 to 100. Can get to the point where I have pain shooting down my arms, like I’m about to have a heart attack, because everything comes down upon me at once. Or, in episodes like the one I just mentioned, it creeps up on you—that agitated state. To the point where I don’t realize I’m in it, just that I’m suddenly hyperaware of everything, and there is something wrong, but I am not asking why because I can’t. So I just do. Quite blindly. And eat because driving off a road is too much effort.
So it gets scary. In those like me, where emotions just aren’t registering, I can’t tell you what I’m feeling until after the fact, or after considerable thought. Which is also fucking difficult because I don’t rightly know what I’m thinking. But given the situation, that could be too fucking late. And if the situation has me alone, to myself?
With BPD, there are triggers we know to avoid because they are related to traumas. There are things that wouldn’t normally trigger, but somehow did because they were the straw that broke the camel’s back, and we didn’t even know we had a fucking camel. And then. Sometimes. We don’t even know what the fuck the trigger was, and will never know.
The last is very common when we’re unaware of our BPD, but…it also just happens sometimes as well. The world’s big. The shit life yeets is limitless. I dunno.
There’s also a humiliation to an episode. I don't know what's going on. I can't reason like I should, and I don't want you to look at me. I want you gone, especially if I have deemed you the trigger. I want to be left alone. Things will escalate, and escalate, and escalate until that is achieved.
And, there’s a guilt as well. Especially when you know you have BPD, because by then, you should know better, but apparently, you don’t.
This all sounds quite helpless, I realize. However, there’s a reason why talk therapy is the central form of treatment for BPD. Knowing how to communicate does wonders. For those with borderline, learning how to comprehend and articulate emotions, and knowing what triggers to avoid, is a long, arduous process, but it helps. In regulating emotions as best we can, and in explaining to people beforehand what to do—or after the fact, where it’s to explain it wasn’t their fault.
And for those without BPD? Being able to recognize the warning signs on a person is detrimental. Because, believe it or not, there are warning signs. Sometimes they could be the split-second before, however, if there is someone in an agitated state, knowing what that looks like means you know how to avoid an episode, and it gives room to be able to console the person beforehand.
As said. There’s a look in the eyes. I know, because that’s what I spent my first few years of life figuring out.
The arduous process also unveils the…ambiguous sides to BPD. The stuff that people don’t really talk as much, whenever BPD is brought to the table at all.
For this essay, I will spare a glance at identity. No, identity doesn’t have much to do with Violet. However, acknowledging this ambiguous side to BPD establishes just how far this disorder goes, and it tends to crop up when least expected. (It will do so in this essay.)
A disorder of emotional regulation implicates everything, and sense of self is guided by emotion.
So what happens to one’s identity if there’s no guide to that sense of self?
It’s bleak. Or there’s a turbulence. Either way, it’s hard to decipher what exactly you want out of life, and for yourself, because there’s just no good way to tell what makes you comfortable, and what doesn’t. But you still strive to find stability. So you mirror those around you. To blend in and be accepted. By chance, it can extend beyond humans; me mimicking my dog—panting when I’m happy, whimpering when I’m sad—, it was probably so that my dog would console me when my mom wasn’t around. Because my dog (a lovely boxer) was very attuned to me.
The conversation with identity is…just another complicated thing. And this one is harder to articulate, in part because it’s not really discussed by people who don’t have the disorder. As opposed to the mood swings.
All that to say, when it comes to this analysis, the truth is, there’s not a feasible way to explore the nuances such as Violet’s relationship with identity, or alexithymia, because they aren’t spoken aloud to give us enough insight, and by proxy, these aspects of BPD are not what Violet represents. But acknowledging such nuances provides a better understanding in what this disorder means.
Regardless, Violet is a representation BPD in relationships, and the dysfunction of those bonds. How it’s exacerbated within an apocalypse, and then the self-treatment of.
Or, or, Violet has…a tendency to be a wallflower. More or less.
[Ericson's Resident Wallflower]
The Final Season (TFS) is particular when it comes to Violet. It will be evident throughout this essay, the care that the game and the team behind it devoted for her. From the dialogue to her actions, Telltale did well in illustrating this character. I will argue, however, that the quiet intensity in nuance laid throughout is what evoked the need to write this essay.
Because Violet represents something quite thoughtful in regards to mental health—the reality of what a disorder is, and what it can do.
So TFS is particular, and it begins with her introduction, where there’s this need to recontextualize her. Not once, but twice.
Clementine is first introduced to her silently. She follows Marlon out into the courtyard, and Tenn whistles at the wall.
Because on the school’s wall is a girl, and she rises from her lounging at its height. There’s a glance shared between Clementine and Violet, before Clementine speaks more with Marlon. After that, another glance, where Violet turns away—not before the player can spy a bit of intrigue in her face.
Clementine reunites with A.J, meets Louis, before a recontextualization, where Violet (she does talk) snarks about the crashed car, and the walkers that the accident brought to their door.
And it takes Louis to pry a proper greeting from her:
“Ahem. ‘Hello, Clementine. I’m Violet. Nice to meet you.’”
“What he said.”
[. . .]
“Don’t mind Violet. She, uh…, grows on you. I promise.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | School Gate]
Good job, Violet. Way to be sociable.
Sarcasm aside, yeah, it’s a little rough. Violet is overall dismissive of Clementine, save for the comments. To the point where she has Louis introduce her ass.
Now Louis…is a quiet presence throughout this essay, though he is all the more integral to her character. There will be fewer words compared to other relationships, but those words signify a unique dichotomy between him and Violet, one that the other schoolkids—Minnie and Brody included—do not have with her.
And it starts immediately. That dichotomy. Louis is the one who tells Clementine Violet’s name. He is the one who formally introduces the two. Because he knows how Violet is. Ensures to lingers so that he tell Clementine—promise her—how Violet is worth sticking around for.
It’s just that the girl is troubled. So.
Thereafter, his banter is teasing, and Violet is still sardonic. But, she ultimately does play along. In her own way. When in the woods, and the schoolkids are focused on clearing walkers to have Aasim, Brody and Mitch make a safe return, Louis strikes the conversation, Violet scoffs, but can relent depending on the player’s dialogue choice(s). It is important to note that Violet scoffing doesn’t necessarily equate to her being mean; it’s clear through the card game later that…this is her way of banter, with Louis especially. She takes jabs at him. He retorts. Does the same. It’s on equal footing.
The next true recontextualization presents a taste of what Louis means. After clearing the walkers, and A.J socks Marlon, Clementine is left to acquaint herself with the other schoolkids. Mitch and Willy, Omar and Louis, Aasim, Ruby (where A.J apologizes for biting), and Tenn, right alongside Violet.
And those two are tending to the school’s makeshift cemetery. It brief, but Violet explains they lost the twins, and for the hour, they’re paying their respects.
From the wall, then the gate, then here, at their burial ground, it’s as though TFS wanted to scatter Violet’s introduction across her nuances. First it’s a silent couple glances, with her overlooking the courtyard at a perch, then it’s her being a little prick at the gate, a lightheartedness when mowing down walkers, and then it’s…this, a staunch vulnerability to and for her people. In context to the graves, her people being the twins.
All the moments that night thereafter feed into this. The card game goes back to an apathetic, yet also teasing, demeanor. Her shared conversation with Clementine, as A.J becomes an artist draws, it’s again a vulnerability, this time rattled by the fact that the dorm was once the twins’.
Throughout this first episode, Violet’s standing with the rest is shown to be quite reflective of this almost inconsistent preamble.
Marlon is the most succinct when he remarks, in the rain, after Clementine chooses to ask for Violet’s support:
“Violet being difficult. Why am I not surprised?”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Courtyard]
It’s such a blunt statement, intended to dig at her.
Though, there is truth to it. Violet’s introduction overall says as much. She admits it herself when in the dorm, and she finds that Clementine is housed where the twins were.
“Honestly, I just miss having someone around to talk to. [. . .] And I’m not, exactly, like…a people person. You know? I know I sometimes have a habit… Have a habit of being a little bit too harsh.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Dorm]
Violet is not sociable, so naturally, she struggles to find someone to talk to. But, she is also sardonic—that much we got from the gate, even if it was followed by Louis’ banter which she reciprocates.
But ultimately, it’s Brody who gives the best context to Violet, and really voices what Louis is getting at.
When Clementine goes fishing, Brody begins a conversation, and within that, she can reveal based off the prompts:
[She’s…intense.] “She’s always been a little bit like that. But after the twins died, she really closed up.”
[It wasn’t your fault.] “Still, I was the one that had to break the news to her. And ever since I did, she’s become distant.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
There’s two key things here, starting with the unsociability that Violet’s demeanor and Marlon’s slight reference.
Then, the revelation that Violet has closed herself off. She’s become distant within the past year.
…it implies that the Violet first introduced to us is not truly Violet, in a sense. It presents to the player thatmuch of her arc with Clementine will be about uncovering her, and really bringing Violet from this depressive spiral. Romantically or platonically so. And these lines are intended to both explain the character, and to incite enough intrigue for the player to follow Violet down her route.
But it’s rather unfortunate that so much of this character is hidden away from the start, because there's the chance that people glance over her, take this initial Violet as Violet, and decide to spend more time with Louis and follow down his route. Because, for the sake of this essay, it's damn near impossible to really appreciate this character when you don't go with her route.
Same can be said for Louis, of course. But, respectfully...
It ain't about him. So. Moving on.
Playing leader.
When Marlon is shot, Violet immediately jumps into action to protect Clementine and A.J from getting jumped by the rest, and she assumes the leadership role. Regardless of player choice. There is an curious point with her being a leader, though that will be set aside to explore later.
Instead, I’ll side-step, and bring about a piece of conversation upon Clementine and A.J’s return. In this, we gather a very telling side of Violet, one that speaks volumes to her character.
[Clementine] “You’re sitting in Marlon’s chair, aren’t you? You’re their leader now. They’ll listen to you.”
[Violet] “They don’t, though. They only listen when they want to.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Office]
Again, we’re side-stepping from the playing leader thing. Violet says that they don’t listen to her—says it like it wasn’t a really a surprise, just a point of frustration. Because, of course, Violet’s difficult. The last leader said so. But also, none of them have stepped up to fill that role. They take issue with her, but none of the schoolkids have really challenged her to take the mantel for themselves.
The silent nuance here is…why is it that she’s the leader? Violet made it seem like she really didn’t want to be at the boarding school—what with the contention between most, then the fact that she’s still in mourning. Tenn appeared like he was the only one keeping her there, but by stepping up in this way, not necessarily.
His presence and her need to protect him is a huge factor. Absolutely. Just not the only one.
We return again to Louis, the one schoolkid with the shared dichotomy. He is the other love interest. Him and Violet are often on opposite sides—especially in regards to everything Marlon.
And yet…, the way they speak about each other when one is taken away says everything about such a dichotomy.
To start, we’ll look at Louis:
“I know I’m always teasing her. Trying to get her to do that one eye roll she does—you know the one. Where it’s like, ‘you’re such a dumbass,’ she has to do a full-body eye roll. I do it because, when I actually do manage to make her laugh, it’s worth it. If I needed her, she’d be there. Meat cleaver in hand, ready to chop someone in half if it meant protecting me.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
He brings context as to why their banter is so dogged to tease. Louis does it because it’s reciprocated once he gets under his skin, and she retorts back with the signature full-body eye roll, but also, because he’s striving to reach another side of her, one where she laughs.
Because Louis is a big entertainer. He craves to draw that out from people, so when he has someone like Violet where it’s not easy to do that, it means that much more when she does, because it tells Louis how despite everything, she is there, listening.
Then there’s Violet, and her words for him:
“You know, when I first got here, I hated him. He was so…much. You know? He walks into a room, and it’s like, ‘Look at me! Watch me perform!’ It’s so stupid. But then I realized, under all that, he… He really cares about people, and he doesn’t just feel it, he says it. He’ll tell you every goddamn day how much you mean to him. Shit, he’ll probably sing about it. [. . .] We’ve got to get him back.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
She nods to Louis being this big entertainer. Says that she hated it, and that it’s stupid. And yet, Violet thinks fondly of how genuine of a guy he is.
And between these two quotes, there’s a mastery in storytelling, because there’s an active dialogue between Louis and Violet. Doesn’t matter if one is on the boat, and they’re not. Their words parallel. Had they been in the room together, this would’ve been a back-and-forth.
Louis says that he teases her. Tries to get underneath her skin. Violet says that hated it, and hated him, for his antics. Yet, she then admits that…there’s a genuine nature there, because Louis does care, and he will say and sing it so. That genuine nature is the fact that he just really wants Violet to laugh, and to find that side of her.
Because Violet’s his friend. He values Violet as his protector, because Louis knows that she will be there whenever he desperately needed her.
And Louis is Violet’s friend. Which is why, without a word from Clementine, she states, firmly, that they need to get Louis back. Because in that hour, he was in peril, and he desperately needed Violet’s cleaver at hand.
It’s a tragedy, really, for both. When the other is taken, the one thing that each praise of the other is what’s stolen. For Louis, his knight is blinded; he has to be the one to protect her. For Violet, a comfort goes mute; she can sing in his place.
After spending a few moments with Clementine in the dorm, there’s Ruby’s hootenanny, and through that hootenanny, Violet can tell Clementine what brought her to Ericson’s:
“I spent a lot of time at my grandma’s house growing up, what with my dad being a drunk and my mom working three jobs. But after my grandpa died, Grandma just kinda…shut down. Spent all day and night rocking in her little chair in the den. I’d sit there at her feet as we both watched tv, mostly cartoons, since she never seemed to care. Sometimes I could hear her crying, but I didn’t look back. I’d just feel really weird and turn up the volume, you know?
“Anyway, one day she left the den and came back with another chair, and a .22 rifle. Set the rifle butt on top of that chair, holding the barrel back to her chest. So, you know…, she had trouble reaching the trigger this way, but she must have known it would happen… Because she took out this really tacky wooden backscratcher—the real long kind with the one end shaped like a hand—and used that to push the trigger in. So…yeah. Bang, right? Her body folded up and just…kept rocking.
“My mom came to get me five hours later. I hadn’t moved. She asked why I didn’t call the police or an ambulance or anything. I just shrugged and told her it wasn’t like Grandma was going anywhere…, and besides, I just wanted to finish my cartoons. She shipped me off to Ericson the next day. I was eleven.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Piano Room]
Through all of what Violet tells Clementine, there is still that flare to make the story more interesting for, you know, a video game. It’s a violent kind of neglect she shares.
But it is neglect all the same.
Violet was born to an alcoholic and a mom who stretched herself thin to compensate, yet even so, she later can admit that their home was a trailer—so the income of three jobs, all her time spent away from her mom, wasn’t enough. Perhaps there were financial troubles. The money might’ve been all drained away by cans of beer, or bottles. Violet did have an escape through her grandparents, though that didn’t last, and she was trapped to the same neglect. This time, with a better house. Probably.
Until her grandmother went and shot herself.
…with Violet in the room. Right behind the child.
And? There was no consolation; she was sent straight to Ericson’s, where the apocalypse then struck, the adults left, and Violet…was the difficult one, designated as this wallflower, or buzzkill. There were the twins, Minnie especially. Yet, even then… That relationship likely wasn’t reciprocated.
The flare that TFS adds to why Violet found her place in troubled youth—the violence, which could’ve dashed the screen she watched for those five hours—, it hides much of what went wrong with her, but simultaneously, it defines the gravity of her childhood.
It describes a mechanism of hers. One undoubtedly developed from her times alone with a drunk, whenever her grandparents and mother weren’t there. A sense of apathy, and with it, a broken moral compass. To not mind yourself, and not get in the way. To let it happen, and just get it over with, in whatever way that could imply.
And, with the sheer gravity, it begs the question…, how far did that neglect go? All of the abuse, if it wasn’t the only kind. Children aren’t born to sit in one place for hours, with fresh gore rocking in a chair behind.
The question wasn’t answered, of course. She was sent away instead. Then there were the adults. And then, other schoolkids. Violet isn’t…a people person, you know, so it’s only natural for her to be the difficult one as Marlon says.
Still, however, with Clementine as they watch the stars together, Violet denotes for the bird constellation,
“A bird is free. It could go anywhere it wanted to. Up and up and up, and never come back. Go south, east, west, doesn’t matter. You could fly straight into a sunset. And see where it ends.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Belltower]
And to that,
[Clementine] “You wish it was you, don’t you?”
[Violet] “Sometimes, when it all feels so heavy down here, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be weightless.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Belltower]
Violet has struggled to belong, and yet, she remains. Yes, there’s the apocalypse. However, in all the years at the school, she could have left just as well. There’s a version of her, lost in development, where Violet does leave had she not been saved.
So why didn’t she?
The answer to that, quite simply, is one Louis may admit to Clementine, should that version keep his tongue, and the silent nuance behind her playing leader:
Violet is too loyal to her people to leave.
It’s why Louis teases her, to try and find that laugh, and why he knows that if he needs her, she will be there to protect him. Violently, with a meat cleaver.
It’s why she takes charge, because Violet knows none of the others wanted to, but they needed someone to lead. Whether or not they appreciated that it was her.
And, it’s why she acts without thought to stand her ground against Marlon. If she’s asked, the camera doesn’t leave her because it is no surprise that she will stand beside Clementine, as opposed to Louis, where he decides with uncertainty, and the camera has him shuffle to frame; for Violet, the change in her face is immediate. The camera doesn’t have the time to idle in tension. What Louis says is dead-on:
“If I needed her, she’d be there. Meat cleaver in hand, ready to chop someone in half if it meant protecting me.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
Even if she isn’t asked, Violet will then stand her ground once Marlon is shot. She vouches for the outsiders, in the name of reason, and for the twins and Brody.
She doesn’t think when Clementine is in danger—didn’t matter that her and A.J are just exiled. Violet will do as told, trust Clementine—to shoot, or to run.
Takes the helm after Marlon. Backs Clementine every step of the way.
Cannot let Minnie go until she has to, and Violet has seen that the person she clung after is gone.
Violet is too loyal to her people to leave, for her loyalty unbridled.
It’s her strongest quality. It is, also, what marks Violet with borderline.
[Emotional Anchorage]
We slip back to describe BPD at large, beyond this essay and character. However, everything of this section has its place with Violet.
And it begins with emotional anchorage.
Emotional anchors are not inherent to BPD. It’s not unique to the disorder because, instead, I’d argue it is a universal experience. These anchors are anything which triggers an emotional response. These can be specific objects—like an old stuffed bear, a photograph, a house—, or stimuli—like a scent, a song. Tangible things like these are indicative of our nature. Humans like things. We like to collect, and tinker, and destroy. It helps if it’s shiny. It really helps when there’s fire or light involved.
Here's another thing about anchors:
They can be people.
They commonly are. It’s how we distinguish strangers from significant relationships—friends, family, partners. Anchorage is present despite the nuances between friends (just a friend vs BFF), and family (siblings vs parents vs offspring). And, partners—emotional anchorage explains how queerplatonic relationships come to be, because the fundamental element of a partner (being an emotional anchor) is present, it’s just the romantic and/or sexual implications are ambiguous.
Emotional anchoring is the process in establishing the anchor, leaving anchorage as this essay’s way to articulate the concept itself.
Borderline Personality Disorder will naturally encourage these attachments.
Within the community, BPD has a term: favorite person (or FP). It is as it reads. There is a designated favorite for us, and this favorite person can be a friend, a family member, or a partner—anybody, really. With FP, we begin to fall down the well in emotional anchoring as it pertains to the disorder.
Because, ultimately, a FP is either the strongest, or the only, emotional anchor an individual with BPD has. (For the sake of this essay, I will replace FP with primary/prime emotional anchor going forth, to be more consistent in word choice.) And the anchoring of this person is generally not intended. It just happens, where there’s a strike of intrigue, and everything follows thereafter.
The moment I anchor a person, it is a stark change from the indifference/apathy I display to I want to spend all my time with you, and I will literally die for you without a second thought. I will remember everything you value better than I remember my own, and I will present those nice things to you, at every opportunity. Tell me your favorite color once, and I will remember it for decades to come. Tell me to break my nose, and I may very well do it on the spot.
Which. Yes. Is intense.
Understanding the disorder behind it, however, allows me to take the precautions to…warn people beforehand. And to tell them upfront, if ever I am encroaching on boundaries, just say knock it the fuck off, Volt. In exchange…, I don’t take it personally. Because, uh, yeah. I can get intense. I understand. I may feel a type of way in the moment where boundaries are made, but that’s the BPD talking in my ear.
But also, I know I value someone being upfront with me more than a passive rejection. Frustration is what sets me off—the not knowing why—, not the rejection in itself. Because if I don’t know why, that’s how I interpret things as abandonment.
I have been rejected many times in life by people I’ve deemed emotional anchors. And it stung. A lot. Far beyond what I could ever articulate, but if I had to try, they are wounds carved to the bone, or with one, where my heart was quite utterly eviscerated.
There’s a deeper conversation there, with an anchor changing before my eyes. And, yes, it’s ultimately this which the essay will discuss in great detail. Through Violet.
Yet, before that, emotional anchorage is one of the few things that borderline has the chance to gift a person, because it’s not all bad. If you’re like me—where everything is null, and blurry, and static—, having a person suddenly there to awaken my body to speak, sharpen the world, and bring chaos inside my head… It’s a lot. It’s demonstrably a devastating thing, but in a very raw and beautiful way.
Demiromanticism, no doubt, is a reflection of how I express BPD. So to realize my demi ass has feelings, whenever it happens, is nice. …it also means I then have to determine whether it’s that, or a crush. And there is a difference between genuine feelings and a crush, and yeah, I prefer one over the other.
But. (And this can be platonic or romantic.) Having someone be that anchor grounds me, and while the relationship will have turbulence—because the boat I sail is on a river I can’t build canals for—, there brings such a confusing clarity to the world. I have a purpose where I didn’t think I did before.
It’s a high. A borderline addiction.
To not a thing, not a habit, but a person.
When it’s healthy, it’s everything, and I can brave all storms. When it’s not, it’s obsession and mania, it’s my boat trapped in a whirlpool with the anchor at the center of it all; I may break away, violently, or I will sink, and it will be the death of me.
…and when there’s no anchor there at all, I and my boat are to the whim of the river—because there are no canals, I have to rely on my boat to guide me and find an anchor. This can be where people turn to destructive behaviors. Substance abuse. Eating disorders. Everything alike.
Why though?
Why is it this way? Why do people like me sink their teeth and set anchorage like this?
This is where identity creeps its way back.
Because though anybody can develop emotional attachments, to the point of anchorage, BPD again does this to an absolute extreme. My personal anecdote may speak to it without debate. Understanding how identity gets itself involved further speaks to that extreme. BPD isn’t necessarily about the traits themselves, right? So rather, it’s how they manifest, and fester, and the mechanisms behind it all.
With identity, it hinges on what you find comfortable, and what you don’t. It’s guided by your feelings on things, and your comprehensive response thereafter. Passions turn into aspirations. Self-perception feeds into expression. And on and on.
So, if someone does not have a stable sense of self, there is a disturbance in identity. There’s no coherence to the person. Few consistencies, if any at all.
The identity is as stable as your regulation of emotions allow, and if it’s dysregulated, so will your identity.
A broken sense of self fractures a person. So we scour for stability. We do so in people. But with that broken sense, it’s easier to just swap out characteristics and emulate the environment, should there be a promise of stability. When this happens, it can be recognized as masking—because, debatably, it is—, but it can also go so far that people confuse this borderline trait with something like DID.
To those none the wiser, yeah, it might as well be DID. Because, like…, they just change so quickly. And if it’s a matter of mirroring different people, it can also imply that the BPD encourages the person to alter their personality depending on who they’re with at the time. Which. Yes. Has the capacity to resemble switching between split personalities from an observer’s perspective.
However. I have outlined (in quite the broad stroke) what DID is: a split in identities, in order to protect and shield the individual from further trauma. It’s dissociative in nature, where the distinct, established personalities will operate the individual at different times—given the nuances which come with DID.
BPD does come with dissociation as well—my personal experience with how I live day to day is indicative of, for simplicity, derealization and depersonalization. However, it’s not a split. What’s happening is this one identity does not have a stable, set personality. With the incapability to regulate emotions, it indicates a level of alexithymia. So how are we supposed to understand what we want, and don’t want, in everything from interests to moral standing? Things that a personality is grown from?
This copycat behavior is in itself a mechanism that BPD deploys. It’s kinda masking, not to purely to hide from and integrate into social norms, but also to find a sense of self through a very, very desperate act of scavenging.
In BPD, the best candidates to copy are the people who make us feel good—get a high from—, and that we want to be around, and whom we fixate upon—to a manic point:
Those emotional anchors.
As we go back to Violet, keep this in mind. Again, no, there’s no feasible way to remark for certain what her relationship with identity is like, so the implications that emotional anchoring has on identity can’t really be applied. But the intensity—the level of fixation—can.
Because Violet struggles in her bonds with other people. There’s an idealization present to those bonds, and a devaluation. Both this good and bad, the highs and lows, are via anchorages.
So we’ll start with Minnie.
[Emotional Anchorage: An Obsessive Good Memory]
“Sophie was a good friend. And Minnie… Uh… We were close, me and her.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Dorm]
When we meet Violet, amongst her introductions, Clementine learns about the twins from the two who still tend to their graves—Violet, and Tennessee. Not long after, there’s a card game, and not long after that, Violet finds Clementine and A.J in their dorm.
The one which was home to the twins.
“Huh. I see you’re, um…, settling in.”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Sure. I guess. I always liked this room. Sophie had, like, paintings and shit on the walls. Lots of color. And Minerva…, she was really musical. [. . .] She had the most amazing voice. Real bluesy. [. . .] That was a long time ago. After they… Afterwards, Brody and Tenn took down all the paintings. And that was the end of it. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. It’s not a good memory. Guess I just lost my train of thought.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Dorm]
The way she speaks of Minnie, there’s an adoration, and a nostalgia made bitter by the perceived tragedy.
Of course, those twins (…okay, well—) aren’t dead, they were traded. So even though Violet has yet to see Minnie, she is now a presence to her mind that isn’t nearly as bitter. She focuses on getting the school prepared for a fight, alongside Clementine, but through it all, yeah, Minnie is still there.
And when looking at the stars with Clementine, if Clementine remains quiet for the fish constellation, Violet comments,
“Bright, pretty, good with other people. Always moving, tons of energy. Sounds like anyone we know? The energy one is easy. Good with people, not so much. [. . .] Y’know, it… Well, maybe this is weird to bring up, but it reminds me of Minnie.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Belltower]
Minnie is a big part of her, despite their time and distance from each other. They grew up together. They got closer.
Another thing:
Violet never says girlfriend.
The only time where it’s “proclaimed” by the season that Minnie and Violet were girlfriends is through Clementine, where whenever A.J sees the carving in the fishing cabin’s wall, she can say,
“It means they were a couple. [. . .] Violet was Minnie’s girlfriend.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
Is it fair to assume that? Yeah. That’s…what carving a heart or potato with initials is supposed to symbolize.
But like.
Let’s be for real. What the ✨fuck✨ does Clementine know? Sure, she’s somehow not concussed after hauling ass in the sky, with a car. But she doesn’t know these people. Point blank.
We don’t know when this heart was carved. Just that it’s V + M (suggesting Violet did it, given the order), it’s out of the way from the school and in the fishing cabin, and it’s just shy from a bed (and alcohol).
Again, Violet herself never says girlfriend.
The heart could’ve been carved with Minnie there with her. Or, Violet was deep in mourning, and decided to brand the cabin—likely because it holds a significant memory.
…and Imma be honest, the cabin has a bed, and it is covered in bottles. Everywhere on the table. Some scattered around. So I will give the benefit of the doubt. Considering the…subtext around the fishing cabin, doing some quick math with my gamer instincts, yeah, if you leave youth (troubled or otherwise) alone, you might get Lord of the Flies, or…exploration. I guess.
It is clear that there was something. There is validity to “[w]e were close, me and her.”
The question then becomes why the ambiguity? Had TFS been made in a different time, and James didn’t have a boyfriend, and Violet and Clementine couldn’t be a couple, yes, it would’ve been Telltale beating around the bush.
Except even in this moment, Clementine outright says girlfriend in reference to a sapphic dynamic.
Because TFS was not made in a different time, James did have a boyfriend, and Violet and Clementine can kiss and hold hands.
The ambiguity indicates something else. That ambiguity is heightened the more Violet talks about Minnie pre-Broken Toys (saved Violet route). Because she speaks so fondly of her, with almost this conviction.
Yet…she still does not say girlfriend.
This is textbook. Given the essay, and what I’ve already exhausted over, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it is quite plain:
What Clementine stumbles upon isn’t a mourning over a lover; it’s instead, at its core, a lasting idealization.
With BPD, idealization is as follows:
“[A] way of coping with anxiety in which an object or person of ambivalence is viewed as perfect, or as having exaggerated positive qualities.”
[Verywell Mind | Idealization and Devaluation in BPD]
This tracks.
Violet speaks so fondly of Minerva, with almost this conviction, yet she does not say girlfriend. Ever. Because the conviction is the intimacy, but Violet is a pragmatic individual. Though there’s idealization present, referring to Minnie as her girlfriend (for whatever reason) is too far for even her mental state.
Like she mourned Minnie for a year. She gushed about her to Clementine every chance she got. So…why not say it?
With this all established, TFS then allows us to witness how idealization in borderline often corrodes into devaluation—the inverse of idealization, its absolute antithesis.
“Used when a person characterizes themselves, an object, or another person as completely flawed, worthless, or as having exaggerated negative qualities [. . .] because there is often no middle ground for a person with BPD. Feeling challenged, threatened, or disappointed can quickly cause them to devalue the people they formally idealized. Rather than cope with the stress of ambivalence, devaluing functions to minimize the anxiety caused by ambiguity.”
[Verywell Mind | Idealization and Devaluation in BPD]
This corrosion has a name. It is splitting.
Like with the previous definitions, I will allow my resource to explain this concept, because of everything this essay has to offer, it is this that the everything hinges on.
“Splitting involves an inability to hold two opposing thoughts, beliefs, or feelings. People who have BPD tend to view others in all-or-nothing [. . .] terms.
“This self-protective defense mechanism aims to help people with BPD protect themselves from getting hurt in relationships. By labeling people as ‘good,’ they are able to engage in relationships despite the emotional risks. If they feel threatened, they can then quickly discard the individual or the relationship by labeling them as ‘bad.’
“Like most defense mechanisms, someone with BPD may not be aware that they are engaging devaluation and idealization. Splitting is a subconscious way to protect themselves from perceived stress[, and] reflects the challenges associated with maintain an integrated view of the good and bad in a person under stress. Some researchers suggest that some of the difficulty is rooted in the way the brain, particularly the amygdala and prefrontal lobe, activates in these experiences for people with BPD.”
[Verywell Mind | Idealization and Devaluation in BPD]
…again, this essay has to break away from Violet and TFS to provide an insight, a discussion, of what this means for BPD.
I will start by clarifying that splitting from one end to the other is a bitch to deal with. The catch is not every person with BPD is incapable of reading the world beyond black-and-white. I’m one who can, …when I’m not in the midst of an episode. Day to day, I’m apathetic/indifferent—take your pick—, and because of that, I don’t give enough of a shit to really fixate on what is “good” and what is “bad” to me. I take everything as they go.
Because I really, really do not give a flying fuck.
The moment there is any seed of emotional attachment, or anchorage, it changes things. For me, it’s generally that I really adore this person, but they did something that hurt, and it confused me, so I shut down and close myself off. Namely so that I can have the time and space to breathe and process. Because I feel a lot for these people. I’ve gone over how intense that feeling is. And the last thing I want to do is hurt them.
So the moment I get confused, it boils into frustration, but frustration means ire with me. And that’s terrifying, because I don’t know what I can and will do if I’m backed into a corner. Because I know my brain shuts itself off.
The other thing to this as well is…it’s not always such a violent shift between idealization and devaluation. It really depends on how confused I am, the person, and then the time and distance laid between me and them. If there’s minimal distance between me and them, and minimal time between then and now, then yes, it will be explosive. If, say, a year has passed, and I have not seen this person within that time, then the splitting will look very different—largely because I don’t perceive it as an immediate danger, so my brain never shuts off, and I can process in the moment with reason. There’s still significant emotions there, of course, and given it’s still splitting, I do have that shift between the extremes. Difference is,I am able to regulate myself better.
Take note of this nuance, because it is absolutely present in Violet.
And we resume her relationship with Minnie, where we witness the corrosion from idealization, inching towards its antithesis. The process is best explored if Violet is saved, where it doesn’t taken an age, nor a day. It takes mere morning hours.
When spying upon the boat to get their bearings, and formulate a plan, they find Minnie chopping wood. Or, Clementine does, pulls a knife on her, before Violet intervenes. They embrace. Clementine has opinions off to the side.
Then.
They talk. And Minnie… Um. Well. If Delta was inspired by the New Frontier, Minnie would’ve had a fat branding right on her forehead.
Immediately, it becomes evident that Minerva has no interest in going back to the school. Her loyalty lies with the Delta. And given the prompt, she will have this to say:
[Violet’s in charge.] “Really? The Violet I knew could barely stand to talk to people, let alone play class president. You’re the one who convinced the school to fight back. From where I’m standing, that puts you in charge. Your ‘leadership’ is going to get my little brother killed.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Forest]
Huh.
Not only does what she say about Violet directly contradict what Clementine sees from her, Minnie is also blatant in steamrolling right through the testament, and tells Clementine that no, you’re the leader, and you’re bad at it because you are a threat to my brother.
It’s a little jarring. Because, one, ouch. That’s mean. Mitch died because he ran into a knife, and it was not Clementine’s.
But two, what?! Violet, whose first line to Clementine is snark about her driving, could barely stand to talk to people? Violet. Who stood up to Marlon, cleaver at hand? The one who Louis says (given the other route) will do just that to any threat?
Our Violet, who Clementine gets to know. The one who immediately took the role after Marlon because nobody else did? Despite the fact that, yes, she realizes there’s no promise that the schoolkids will actually listen?
Violet…is openly sardonic, is she not? Does she not confront people with a weapon?
It’s a little jarring, then it’s…dissonant the more you pick it apart. Because what is Minnie talking about?
I will say, for sure, Violet changed within that year apart. But not to the degree that Minnie implies to us. We have Louis’ words for Violet, and then Violet herself—constantly brings up protecting the twins. And she’s shown she will. Violet will shoot Lilly if told. And Violet, after Marlon’s death, brandishes her cleaver to shield Clementine and A.J from the other schoolkids.
Maybe part of the change was that she vowed to herself that she’d do better after losing the twins. Wouldn’t be surprised.
…but Minnie didn’t like killing walkers, though. Which implies that, yes, Violet probably filled a protector role for her, in regards to the dead.
It’s baffling. I can go on and on and on.
Just as Violet did, between seeing Minnie after so long, and finding Clementine in her dorm.
“The thing is, seeing Minnie… I feel like it should’ve scared me. But it didn’t. The person we ran into in the woods, that wasn’t Minnie. Not really. The way she sounded, and acted… The way she talked about Sophie, and Lilly… I’m…confused, I guess.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
She voices the same sentiment.
But upon various dialogue prompts, the corrosion inches its way to Violet:
[She’s one of them now.] “It sucks, but…I don’t know what else I expected.”
[It’s not Minnie’s fault.] “I never said it was. But it doesn’t change anything.”
[We can save Minnie.] “You saw how she reacted when Lilly showed up. Those are her people now. And we are not.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
I do think it’s interesting that, even if Clementine says to Violet that Minnie could be saved, she says otherwise. Because Violet is pragmatic. Minerva coming back from the Delta is just not realistic.
So through time and distance, and the wake-up call in the woods, Violet expresses an acceptance of this. The fact that Minnie won’t come back. It’s not quite splitting, because…this isn’t a true devaluation here; it’s the idealization ebbing away.
“Minnie…, the real Minnie…, she’s gone. She’s been gone this whole time, and I…have to stop mourning her. I won’t let her take you or A.J. Or anyone else I care about.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
And she admits it to Clementine aloud. Promises her that she, and A.J, along with everyone else, will be protected from the Delta—from Minnie, if need be.
Not only that, if Violet is romanced, she makes a request:
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try with someone I cared about. And I never have. [. . .] Have you ever danced with anyone before?”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
I’ve always taken this line to signal how nervous, and how new Violet is to this kind of relationship. Because it is new to her. This is the first time where her feelings were reciprocated. She always wanted to try dancing with someone, but for whatever reason, never had with Minnie. And she’s nervous because…she wants it to be reciprocated, and Violet here is gaging a reaction, testing the waters.
In writing this essay, another thought occurred:
This is Violet moving on.
She’s nervous because there is a lot of weight to this request. She’s gaging what Clementine says, because Violet is invested now. All-in. 100%.
It’s not about Minerva—doesn’t even outright say that she never had a dance with Minnie.
Because by this point, through this dance, Violet’s realized just how unreciprocated her feelings were, because now, she has the chance to dance with someone who does reciprocate. And not just in the dance. Clementine’s loyalty extends further than that.
Another detail that I noticed is perpetuated throughout every interaction with Minnie is who she always prioritizes, and how it contrasts Clementine. With Clementine, of course A.J is first priority, and Violet understands that. And she goes out of her way to help with him. Conversely, Clementine helps with Tenn, and the school, and the other Ericson kids. All of which are who Violet also prioritizes.
Meanwhile, the same can’t be said for the other side of that contrast. Because it’s always what about Sophie and Minnie? from Violet, and never what about Tenn and Violet? from Minerva. It’s only ever Tennessee for her.
With the initial encounter, yes. She wouldn’t be asking about Violet because… Violet’s right there. She’s talking to her. However, we overhear Minnie talking to Dorian, asking to have Tenn join her. Not Violet. Then, further into the night, where suddenly she’s singing her own boss music and a red bar just takes up the whole screen, Minnie goes out of her way to claim Tenn.
And then, for good measure, axe Clementine.
But not because of Violet. Clementine gets axed regardless of who she saves, because Minnie…is far, far more pissed that Clementine put Tennessee in danger than anyone else. Including Violet.
The Delta changed Minerva. Yes.
Yet, Lilly never was able to remove her loyalty to her people. Her people being Tenn.
It’s telling, how (in)significant Violet was to her because all I read is…, it is nowhere close to the significance Minnie had on Violet. Because Minnie had other priorities.
She just happened to be Violet’s primary emotional anchor. And with that comes everything Violet could feasibly offer a person.
Here’s the thing to understand with this essay, and what I’m getting at with Minnie and Violet’s past relationship:
Violet anchoring Minnie is not Minnie’s fault. It’s not Violet’s either; a kid isn’t going to understand why they’re feeling a certain type of way, but when it feels nice, they will follow. Especially when the adults responsible for troubled youth are just…gone.
But what this does bring to light is a nesting place for borderline’s stigma.
Emotional anchors, splitting between idealization and devaluation—these concepts are the source for much of the fear against people with BPD. When gathering articles to reference at the end, some articles I pull from r/BPD on Reddit because having resources that are from people with experience asking and answering questions is incredibly valuable. Many discussions in r/BPD related to this (exchange primary emotional anchor with FP) are frustrating. For myself to read, because several are people not with BPD venting, but, I imagine it was frustrating to type out because…they’re venting for a reason.
Depending on the discussion, however, what is said is ignorant to all of what I know of my disorder. I know where it comes from. I know that the emotions behind all of what I do with anchorage are genuine. But then there’s people who vent, or there’s others who prompt a question because they are nervous that their friend (with BPD) is not genuine.
Of course, I can’t promise how other people with BPD are like. BPD is dependent on the personality, and if you have a shit personality. Um. Yeah. You’re not a fun person to be around. Sorry?
Not really, but, you know.
Stigma aside, it is true. I understand the insecurities, and the need to vent. Being someone’s anchor because of borderline is a lot of fucking pressure, and truth be told, it’s like that because…what if you just can’t reciprocate the intensity? After that honeymoon phase, people without the underlying disorder tend to get exhausted emotionally, meanwhile…, there is no cease from the other.
So people tend to draw away. They either do so quietly, in attempt to not hurt feelings, or, they’ll be direct and antagonize because of they stress they’re under. Either way, if the condition has gone untreated, the confusion this brings will then ignite the individual’s borderline. This is where you get insecurities born within the relationship, which the person can then go further and self-sabotage because there is no regulating themselves. You get constant bombardment whenever they feel neglected. They’re overbearing. You feel that their claws are dug deep, and it’s far deeper than you could’ve ever imagined.
Because there’s an anchorage.
If this is what happened, and Minnie entertained Violet, but never reciprocated the magnitude of devotion Violet brings with her… I can’t blame the girl. And given that Minnie was a troubled youth just as much as Violet was, she had her fair share of issues.
Because frankly, I don’t care if she was brainwashed or what, Minnie still killed her twin sister. You know, the one that has been in the same situations, the same environments, throughout Minnie’s life, yet when she saw the Delta, Sophie did not fold. Sophie actively fought against the Delta, whereas Minnie…complied.
Even before they were caught on the raft that Sophie planned to steal.
“One of the girls saw that this was a place worth fighting for, and her tears dried. But the other twin, she could never forget her old home. She rejected every gift, every opportunity. Stirred up trouble every chance she got. She convinced her sister to help her steal a raft and leave on the river. Of course, they didn't get far. What happened then, Minerva?”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
This Parable of Twins is, of course, by Lilly’s word, and yes, she did brainwash Minnie. So naturally, there will be an element here where the details are lost. I buy that Minnie did accept her place in the Delta where Sophie never did, but I don’t really believe that it was just because she saw it was a place worth fighting for.
The reality of Minerva is she’s a very conflicted person, and she’s passive by nature. She’s a good head taller than Violet, yet, when Violet talks about her (and Sophie), it’s always about protecting her. Because Minnie didn’t like killing walkers.
I also wonder if the reason why she’s so passive is because Sophie…might’ve been the one that got her and Tenn into trouble right with her, if she was more combative. As for the confliction, Minerva may have been caught in between—because there’s a combative twin, and then there’s a younger brother to protect, one who’s passive to a fault.
It’s this confliction and passiveness that has Minnie primed for manipulation. She will seek stability through, well, passive means. With the Delta, do as they say.
…and with Violet, it’s let the girl have her infatuation, maybe entertain it, but don’t cross too far into romantic territory because the girl’s a little too intense.
(Of course, Minnie is also the one who was practically dead herself while leading a herd by voice alone, to kill her brother and maybe do a little slashing. So like, she is just as intense, just…in less of a loyal kind of way, and more in fucking unhinged way. Because she also might’ve been the one to instill Tenn’s beliefs.)
Once it’s revealed what happened to Sophie, Violet snaps. She yells at Minerva.
But even still, there’s a slip of that anchorage:
“Who are you?! Fuck survival! Look at what you’re doing! Minnie, please, I just want to talk to you for a second! I’m sorry we never searched for you, for Sophie… I’m sorry we trusted that fucker, Marlon. If I ever thought there was a chance—”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
Following this, time ticks away with a bomb in a boiler, so Clementine lunges for an escape—to get A.J back to her side. And Minnie tries to stop her.
With a knife near-identical to Jane’s in S2. And it manages to gouge a near-identical scar in Clementine’s sternum. A stark parallel to S2’s ending. Except, Violet doesn’t hesitate. The moment she is out of the cell, she disappears into the backdrop, then an arrow finds its place in Minerva’s shoulder not long thereafter.
She does stay at her side, for when the schoolkids leave. Perhaps for closure, if the previous dialogue gives any indication.
Because even though Violet shot Minnie, moved on from her with a dance, and realized that she wasn’t going to return, that anchor is still there. Minnie was, after all, still a significant part of her, and that…doesn’t really ever just go away. The idealization may have drained, but the feelings themselves do remain.
We then look to another Violet, who was taken rather than saved.
“At least here I have Minnie… [. . .] Don’t act like you know her. She tried to escape. Her and Sophie. They said if I fight back, they’d kill Minnie. Or one of you. All you’ve done is get us hurt or killed. If you fuck this up worse, I’ll stop you myself. And don’t think I won’t. I’m not losing her again, or anyone else.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
And another aspect of BPD, and anchorage, becomes clear:
Borderline primes people for manipulation, much in the same way that a passive and conflicted nature primed Minnie.
There’s a flipside to emotional anchoring in BPD, and it has everything to do with how the disorder forces people to become reliant on their anchors. People who cannot discern nor regulate their own emotions, and people with a bleak, instable sense of identity.
Which is a problem because there are people who’re able to take a person’s emotions, and weaponize them as a puppeteer. They manipulate through any means necessary.
Most, in an effort to avoid being manipulated themselves, try to hide their emotions and keep them out of reach. They suppress them, because suppressing your emotions is how you get the most control, and nobody else.
Right?
Coming from experience, do not do this. Suppressing your emotions is the last thing you want to do.
Especially if you want to avoid getting yourself manipulated.
I felt that I had to suppress not just as a child, but before that, because I was in a fucked situation. And it did this to me.I have no control. Life is a writhing storm at sea, and I just fucking hope I can find an anchor within the storm’s eye—but I know there’ll never be a calm to this storm.
And the wrong people know this. The ones who prey and manipulate to abuse the loyalty I am so desperate to offer, and can pull it from me with ease, should idealization blind me from the warning signs.
When Violet is saved, she sees through Minnie quickly. Because it’s in how Minnie talks. And it’s weird, because Violet also includes how she talked about Sophie, when the most Minnie said was “she died protecting the Delta. A hero” once prompted by Violet’s concern. That shouldn’t have raised alarm, yet…something about it did. To Violet.
So she’s able to let go. Violet still holds the memory of Minnie quite dear to her heart—the one in her head—, but after this, it was more about closure, not bringing her back. And all it took was that one interaction.
But here, back to a Violet taken away, it takes longer. She’s not told what actually happened to Sophie; instead, both Minerva and Lilly feed into a broken trust with Clementine, and condemns Violet back to the girl who sat with Grandma’s body rocking behind her.
Her loyalty blinds her to what Minnie has devolved into, so she goes and tries to stop the bomb, save the boat, and secure a future with her because Minnie is all she knows and trusts.
Yet.
It’s broken when Violet does. Because Violet has her face marred by the bomb. She’s left to defend herself—blindly—as she clambers out of the water with a walker snagged at the leg. She asks for Minnie at first, is led by Louis, and then…it becomes clear what happened when they hear gunshots, clearing away the walkers.
Minnie. Is left. Unscathed.
Well, okay. She does, like, panic and stuff, and then gets bit. So, that explosion had been her death sentence.
But Minnie is not burned. Not like Violet.
Which…implies something. However it happened, Violet was the one closest to the bomb, and Violet was further down the beach, towards the boat, whereas when Clementine, A.J and Louis reach her, Minnie is away, towards the woodland. Getting her ass bit. A bunch.
She either got off the boat at a different (earlier) time, or, she just…abandoned Violet. To defend the last of the boat and her crew. And, probably, to look for Tenn.
Leaving Violet to realize something, and as she struggles to see the world, she begins to try and apologize. To Clementine. Who didn’t lie to her about the fucking bomb on the boat, and given that, it also kinda explains why Clementine didn’t take her sweet time consoling Violet from her episode because. Um. The bomb.
Whatever it was that happened, it’s enough to rattle Violet to reason. And to snap her out of it.
Within one interaction. (…explosion.)
It’s…the little things like this—the ones that go unsaid—, which indicate Minnie’s sense of priorities, and how even when Violet actively worked to help save the boat, those priorities never were Violet. Before this, she manipulated and lied to her, and (via the alternative path) she never…danced with Violet, despite Minnie being the musical twin. Instead, Violet never danced, but she does sing now.
Which again has me wonder, was it Minnie entertaining Violet, and/or, if the subtext found in the fishing cabin does indicate this, was it never romantic like how Violet wanted? Just physical?
I’m kinda losing my mind over here?!
There was always an imbalance. Violet always prioritized Minnie, and her sister, and her brother. She prioritized the latter two because of Minnie, and then prioritized Tenn after the sisters were traded off. Prioritized Minnie’s interests—singing, and took it on herself—, and left her own—like the dancing—to…wane in self-doubt.
And then…, we have Minnie who killed her twin, and then went after Tenn to also kill him. The killing part is, well, the brainwashing and trauma, and stuff, but point being… Violet is still not in the equation. She’s an afterthought to Minnie.
This isn’t to say that Violet and Minnie’s relationship was downright toxic, or abusive, or anything along those lines. All we have is Violet’s word. But given Violet clearly glorified Minnie to herself, her word is unreliable.
What this is all to say is…, it was no mistake on Telltale’s part to have Violet physically blind, or then speak about how she had been blinded figuratively—before reality set in. Down one route, this was done by having the wool pulled from her eyes; down the other, it was the blinding in itself that brought her clarity.
It’s what I mean when I say that Violet’s unbridled loyalty is also her bane. She establishes strong and intense emotional anchors, to the point where should that anchor be lost, she will refuse to let go. And not because she wants to trap herself to that anchor, but because that’s…how BPD is. Attachments like this are really hard to shake off. But also, Violet didn’t know who else to turn to.
There’s Tenn, sure, but she’s his protector, not the other way around. There’s some of the others—Mitch, Willy, Ruby, Aasim—who we don’t get enough time to really see how Violet is with them. Marlon she tolerates, but there’s a clear strain between them.
Louis— God, there’s Louis, and he’s the one that she is vehement about getting back—indicating that he is yet another anchor for her. Thing is, he was also Marlon’s best friend, and they are…opposites. A lot of conflict comes from that.
…this essay really doesn’t have much to say with Louis and Violet. In part because, frankly, I didn’t really know where I could put him with the points I strive to make. There is absolutely space for him, yet, another thing:
Their words for each other, when the other is taken, are enough. Louis and Violet say everything themselves.
I did give commentary to the dialogue quotes, but it was sparse for this precise reason. I don’t need to get into how quietly powerful their friendship is. Louis is the one who introduces Violet by name. He’s the one that promises Clementine that it’s just her way, because he knows her. If blinded, he’s also the one that she relies on to guide her. And despite Marlon, and perhaps despite even Clementine given the different routes, there is never a malice between them.
Which I adore TFS for doing, because it would’ve been easy to have them be rivals and fight over each other. Especially for Clementine.
But that’s also juvenile, and while those storylines have their place, it is not here.
Never has. Never will.
So there’s Louis. He’s an anchor. Yet, because he is the one grounded anchor Violet has of the schoolkids, not fazed by idealization nor devaluation… That is their dichotomy. It is unique of all other relationships Violet has before Clementine—after Clementine as well, should he be the one saved.
We have Brody. Who does represent a point of devaluation for Violet. The lowest to a volatile relationship.
[Emotional Anchorage: Walking Triggers]
Truth be told, in this most recent endeavor to write Violet’s deconstruction, Brody was who reignited the compulsion. Because there is a deep-seated complexity to what happened between her and Violet, and why it happened. …only for me to find yet another post somewhere that was made by a glanced judgement.
Its criticism wasn’t in any way toxic, which was nice because this fandom…has a mean streak. But it did harken back to borderline’s stigma regardless.
Devaluation is a very ugly mark on someone with BPD. Worse than idealization, in the eyes of many. It in itself is toxic,and this coping mechanism is one of the reasons why BPD a disorder with the stigma it portrays. There’s a dysfunction in the order within our behavior.
That dysfunction, and the subsequent behavior, provokes a defensive ignorance.
Violet is wrong to do this. This is an antagonistic trait of hers, and Brody gets the brunt of it. She had to live with this for a year.
However, making blanket assumptions is reductive, especially in a discussion where it’s about understanding the how and why. There’s a reason why Violet devalues Brody. The path to how it happened in the first place is actually quite apparent. If you know how to read the signs, you can see this happen a mile away. So through understanding the how and why, it’s easier to 1) avoid it entirely, and 2) navigate devaluation if/when it does transpire.
Both Brody and Violet together make one mistake, and the fix is straightforward. Not easy, but straightforward.
Before that, though, we first shall establish a few things.
For one, Violet is…a lot. Don’t let her apathetic demeanor fool you. Just look to the previous section—that alone is enough to prove otherwise.
Along with the apathy, Violet is sardonic. She’s aloof to people when she doesn’t have strong attachments, but, she likewise shows to be pragmatic and reasonable. Which like, same. I wear belts and layer my jackets with vests too.
…and I also know what this kind of character implies: Violet is a little bully. She absolutely has the capacity to be cruel.This is also confirmed later, where at Ruby’s hootenanny, there’s mention of an Erin with braces that Violet would make fun of. (Probably because braces are hard to take off; they are a little goofy in an apocalypse, but also…really unfortunate the more it puts stress on the mouth and dental structure.) Violet then comments that she didn’t know why she did.
I wear belts and layer my jackets too; upon reflection, I did the same thing as a kid. So I have some insight to this which may explain the why here. Given how Violet speaks of this schoolkid, I’m willing to bet that Erin wasn’t someone who Violet had strong emotions for, one way or the other. She likely was pretty indifferent to Erin.
So, if that is true, Violet being a bully here comes from a place of 1) being apathetic, and not reading social cues like she should’ve, and/or 2) Erin was an outlet, but not a personal one.
Snide comments, and other slighted behaviors like this, they do not register.
Nothing clicks up here, behind my eyes. The comments are too brief to. So where this lashing out is coming from, it happens so swiftly that, by the time it leaves the mouth, I don’t know where it came from. There’s not much feeling to it. It was an impulse. So I just continue on my way, and never consider why.
In this way, there’s no malicious intent, it’s just cold. But outwardly, cruel.
A lot of times, to me, it was just play.
This is how a play with you. I make fun of you; you make fun of me. If you get hurt by it? Well. That sucks. Anyway—
Which, yes, is toxic, and I’ve realized, and I’m an adult now and I…don’t do that. Kind of. Social cues are a thing now, and I’ve gotten myself more aware of people. But I still do like poking fun, with the full expectation that it’s dished back.
Granted, I don’t know just how much of this applies to Violet. She has her insecurities, and is nervous when bringing herself to the table. And I am definitely not that—it’s not a confidence; I don’t care enough to be confident, I just do my thing.
But. This does establish a pattern with Violet, and with BPD, the disorder reflects the personality. There are common traits to BPD, but the expression of those traits varies depending on the person. For someone like Violet, who is already rather cold, this means any trait of BPD which stems from a cold demeanor will be present, and elevated. To borderline’s extreme.
Or, because Violet already can be cold to people, where devaluation is concerned, her personality makes it ten times worse. It doesn’t end. She makes comments—except, now, because there is significant emotion behind the comments (to Brody), it is to sting. It is cruel.
But…, it’s also complicated.
The bond between Brody and Violet is first made to be antagonistic, and Violet’s the one who perpetuates. Unlike the night before, where she with Clementine had a nice banter going in the dorm (if a tad guarded), Violet on the way to the cabin is hostile. Her words aren’t aggressive, but they’re instead dismissive at best, scathing at worst.
Brody does push back a little, and tries to brush it off, but it’s quite plain on her face that this does get to her.
In the cabin and away from Violet, Brody gives the context. It’s not just the words themselves hurt, it’s the fact that there’s a history there.
“Hey…, about Vi… I’m sorry she’s being a little mean. It’s my fault. [. . .] I was there when those walkers killed Sophie and Minnie. They were really close with Vi, and…I think she blames me for what happened to them. I mean, how do you even apologize for something that fucked up? I don’t know. Maybe I deserve it.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
Violet is hurt. Brody’s guilty.
Then, there’s a second, damning piece of history that explains why Brody, of all the schoolkids, gives the most insight to Violet’s mental health, and why this is happening.
“We all used to be friends. Guess I kinda just missed that.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
In the same way where it was textbook idealization for Minnie, this is textbook devaluation.
It’s made complicated because they were friends—good ones, considering they’ve been stuck in the same place since the outbreak—, but now there’s a negative connotation. That being the twins.
And remember, devaluation is an avoidant mechanism. Ambivalence is confusing, and that agitates a borderline personality.
Brody can then explain more, depending on the prompted dialogue:
[She’s…intense.] “She’s always been a little bit like that. But after the twins died, she really closed up.”
[It wasn’t your fault.] “Still, I was the one that had to break the news to her. And ever since I did, she’s become distant.”
[You should talk to her.] “Yeah, right. I tried, I have. It just never seems like the right time.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
Once again, Violet is distant where she wasn’t before.
But we also get a further confirmation that Brody is the one with the negative connotation, and it’s because she was the one who had to tell her. …which in itself is an interesting choice of words, but we can assume Marlon pressured her once the conspiracy is revealed.
Then another confirmation, to the fact that opening a conversation has not been feasible.
Turn to Violet, and she first says this:
“God. Sometimes she just gets on my last nerve, you know? [. . .] I mean, it’s— It’s not like I hate her… I just… ‘I wish we could all go on a road trip together.’ God, she’s so…ugh. You know? [. . .] I don’t know what the problem is between us. With Brody…, I don’t know why it’s like this. Why is it so weird? I can never relax around her. It just keeps getting worse.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
All of this is telling. Violet is very animated here, both in how she says it, her shifting tone, and what she’s saying. First it’s a comment. Second it’s admission. Then there’s that sardonic tongue, an ask to gage whether or not Clementine understands, before it all breaks and she goes back to admission.
The last couple lines say something crucial to know when understanding the dynamic here. And if a player is impatient with dialogue, they will miss these.
I can never relax around her.
It just keeps getting worse.
So Brody is a walking trigger.
Within the bounds of splitting to devaluation, this happens when an emotional anchor develops a level of ambivalence, but because anchors do not just go, the anchorage is instead insecure, rather than the source of stability once relied upon.
Yes. Brody is another of Violet’s anchors—just not the primary one.
And what it means to be a walking trigger is…devastating. Not just for Brody, but for Violet as well. She doesn’t have the support Brody gives her anymore. Can’t trust it. Because every time Brody walks in the same room, Violet cannot relax. She is agitated.
Don’t take this to mean in a figurative way.
It is literal.
Triggers rise from people an emotional response. In BPD, this often means that the brain will shut its reasoning off, and prioritize this “survival” instinct. Fight-or-flight.
So when Violet says, I can never relax around her, this isn’t a oh I’m nervous, I don’t know what to do. This is I cannot function when she’s in the same room as me. Maybe she’s hypervigilant around Brody. To the point where Violet cannot stand Brody anywhere near her…
So she sabotages. She’s cruel to Brody in the comments she makes. She does not allow Brody to get close, because it is too much. Rather than a calm, reasonable state of mind, Violet feels things. A cold pit in her stomach. A dwelling ache in her chest, or a knot in her throat. Can’t focus on what she’s doing—Brody’s there.
And the easiest way to stop it is to push Brody away.
And, and, initially, blame the girl.
[Because you blame her.] “Well, that’s what I used to think. I just keep thinking that things might have ended differently if I was there. Maybe I could’ve protected Soph. And Minnie…”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
There’s a confliction here. Violet did blame Brody, until she realized it wasn’t that. Instead, she blamed herself.
It’s the following prompt, however, that gives the best clarity to Brody and Violet. The prompt,
[Because she never said sorry.]
where Violet tells Clementine exactly what the trigger is—because by this point, a year later, she’s figured out how to articulate what it is:
[Violet] “She tell you that?”
[Clementine] “More or less. She wants to talk about it, you know.”
[Violet] “I just… I feel guilty about the whole thing.”
[Clementine] “Why?”
[Violet] “I was supposed to be out with the twins that day. I wanted to work in the greenhouse, so I asked Brody to cover for me. But then… I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I… I wanted to talk to Brody, to tell her I didn’t blame her for what happened. But every time I tried, I was reminded of who we lost. It was easier to just not talk about it.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
If BPD isn’t a lonely experience, or a humiliating one, it can be a guilty life to live.
Violet expresses why losing the twins hurt as much as it did: there was never closure, and she blamed herself. Hence why, earlier, I suspected that seeking closure was what kept Violet at Minnie’s side after shooting her.
She was finally saying that goodbye, regardless of how the interaction itself went.
But it’s what she says about Brody.
Violet wants to talk. She has wanted to. But Brody’s a walking trigger. Every. Single. Time that Violet tried to talk, the same turbulence arose. In BPD, without that regulation, it is unbelievably difficult to talk when…your body’s actively flipping the fuck out.
A cold pit in her stomach. A dwelling ache in her chest, or a knot in her throat. Can’t focus on what she’s doing.
Of course she found it easier to just not talk about it. That is an instinct ingrained by borderline.
BPD is a lonely experience every time you lose an anchor this way. The disorder is humiliating because you do not want people to see you like this, when you’re in the midst of an episode, and you have no fucking control over your body, so you yourself are flipping the fuck out.
And it’s guilty. Because when you’re in Violet’s position, where you know the reason why, you know what you want to do, but your body works against you at every turn…
It devastates a person.
Because it is your fault. You did this yourself. Reap what you sow. You’ve done it again, it’s humiliating, and you are very, very alone because you just cannot stop burning bridges.
…in the apocalypse, being chained to a boarding school does not help. There is no way to give the time and space someone like Violet needs to think, and to process, and to let those emotions relax. Brody kicks up those emotions whenever she’s around, and the dust just never settles.
Violet trapped herself in a cycle. By the hour, or by the day, for a year, it would’ve been a ceaseless agony.
One that did scar over. Violet probably got used to it, and found a routine to the snide comments. It wasn’t like Brody was leaving anytime soon.
Until she does, and she suffers a disorientating last few moments.
I’d like to think they made amends and had a full conversation. I don’t know, however. But, at least Violet does take the first step when walking from the cabin, and she entertains Brody’s fantasies about a road trip, and that she would’ve had her sights on the Grand Canyon.
Because the one mistake they made was they never talked. It wasn’t going to be an easy thing, but it is that straightforward. So when they did, or began to, the devaluation began to ebb away.
Then, a tragic irony.
Brody’s guilt was never just I’m not Minnie, so she hates me, and it’s my fault. Rather, Brody’s guilt was warranted, and quite honestly, yeah. She should’ve be guilty, because it’s I watched as my leader gave this girl’s world away, and did nothing, lied to her, to her face, for a year.
Violet didn’t know this at the time. So for her, Brody was a point of devaluation because it’s her mental health actively jeopardizing things, not the truth and circumstance. The deception, in the conversation of that mental health, instead plays itself like salt to a wound, and then a tragic irony once Brody was murdered for it.
Because Brody knew they had to tell people. If the path to mending their relationship was encouraged, then it could be read that it gave her the inch to confront Marlon. If otherwise, Brody wanted to tell everyone because she needed to, despite what turmoil the truth would’ve caused Violet.
By the time Violet does know, and there’s a funeral, she says this about Brody:
“Brody, she was… She was real sweet. She had big dreams. And we all knew they wouldn’t come true, but we didn’t care. And we didn’t care because when she was talking, whatever she said seemed possible. [. . .] I don’t know if she found the place she dreamed about, but I’m gonna miss her.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Courtyard]
There’s forgiveness. With Brody died that devaluation.
Not a moment thereafter, however,
“Marlon was… I can’t. Not for Marlon. After what he did to the twins and Brody, I—”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Courtyard]
The cycle continues.
Now with Marlon.
If Violet devalued Brody, she absolutely vilified Marlon. Because not only was it about the twins, there’s also Brody.
So of course she didn’t give him any peace after the fact. Why would she? Marlon had his own complexities, yes, but those complexities hurt. They brought another ambivalence.
As the essay rattles from the schoolkids, we’ll discuss another relationship now. A new, fresh one. Clementine, through who we see all of it—the emotional anchorage, the idealization, and devaluation. The splitting between. How intense Violet can be, and how volatile.
We have Clementine, who is given the chance to witness what Louis means for this wallflower, and that she grows on you (he promises so).
[VIOLENTINE: The Ship, and its Anchorage]
Platonic or romanced—the difference doesn’t matter in this essay. The shift of context between friend and more than that is just that: a shift in context. Distinguishing the two will have its moment, but it is hardly integral to the fact of the matter:
Violet anchored Clementine, and she did it swiftly. (In record time, dare I say.)
In regards to the arguments against romancing Violet, there’s a lot of people who look to Minnie, then back to Violet, and point to Clementine’s “girlfriend” dialogue. “Violet’s not over Minnie,” is a common one, right alongside, “Clementine’s just a rebound.”
Now. I’ve spent 5.5k words tearing those arguments to shreds in one section, and I still have with me another few things to say about Minnie and Violet’s relationship up my sleeve. In light of Clementine and Violet’s relationship.
Because even though I do buy that they were closer than friends arguably would be, they weren’t girlfriends. It’s why Violet was insecure within their relationship, and why that insecurity devolved into a strong case of idealization. Violet genuinely did love Minnie. Her bond with the twin will honestly forever be there, but that bond wasn’t unconditional. The conditions were at the cost of Violet’s mental health.
Then there’s the rebounding, and I will use this as a jumping off point regardless of relational status.
Rebound relationships are defined by a partner still with a previous relationship’s baggage. They’re not done healing. They haven’t quite let go. It gets in the way for committed relationships where the expectation is that both are in it 100%, and that person just…can’t. Because they’re still fixated on the last partner.
…which yes, does sound like Violet. Cuz it kinda, sorta, frankly is.
However. For one thing, this dynamic doesn’t just apply to a Violet route opted for romance. The rebound applies to a platonic dynamic, in part because I don’t frankly believe Minnie was a true girlfriend, and in part because idealization is not specific to partners. Especially in what we see in TFS, Violet needed to let go of Minnie regardless.
Then there’s the fact that being a rebound isn’t always bad. To rebound, which is where the term “rebound relationship” derives from, means for something/someone to bounce back. Or, it can mean a kind of backfire. Both uses of the word can be applied to relationships like this, which, yes, is why they’re fickle, and why people do their best to avoid.
Here’s the thing: Violet needed a new relationship to pull her out of the old one. Because Clementine is a catalyst for Violet, and she was anchored so quickly because whether Violet herself realized, she did want to move on. She couldn’t, but through Clementine, she got the chance.
And I do confidently say that she did want to, because by one interaction in the woods, Violet is disillusioned from Minerva immediately. She’s snapped out of what image she had of her, and is the one that remains realistic where Clementine can offer supporting words—along the lines of we can get her back.
It’s why Brody, through the cabin’s conversation, observes the same.
“We all used to be friends. Guess I kinda just missed that. But when you showed up… I don’t know, I just haven’t seen her warm up to someone in a long time.”
[Ep.1 | Done Running | Fishing Cabin]
I find it interesting that Brody picks up on Violet taking to Clementine so quickly, and is able to read enough into this to try and see if it’s enough of a push for Violet to start healing. She’s right, it is enough, and Violet does take a first step in mending their relationship, and breaking away from the devaluation that was arguably heightened by her idealization of Minnie.
…granted, it’s dependent on player choice. There are Violets running around out there having fished with Clementine, but never did reconcile with Brody.
In any case, I am going to argue against Minnie being Violet’s ex because 1) who the fuck cares, I’m not concerned over purity over here, and 2) it’s likely they weren’t exes at all.
However, I won’t fight against this being a rebound. It is. But, Violet’s arc is about learning how to let the fuck go, she has a problem with letting go, so of course the relationship would be a rebound by proxy. A healthy rebound, at that.
By the time she is forced to let go of Clementine, after two newcomers are voted out, her attachment is made quite plain the moment Clementine is in danger within— What, five minutes, and Clementine is at gunpoint?
Regardless, Violet is there, bow at hand, with Louis behind her. She is ready to shoot, and it is no bluff. Violet will if prompted. Or, she will run should Clementine prioritize getting the two out of it.
Because Clementine’s already anchored. Violet trusts her to make the call, and she will follow without hesitation. Later on, after a weary night with A.J shot, then a morning of crawling back for medicine, Violet calls for Clementine to talk in the office. And in there, the anchorage is confirmed further:
“What happened out in the woods… I saw they had you pinned, and I… Shit, I got so crazy.
“I know you think I didn’t do enough for you and A.J, but when I saw you were in danger, I had to do something.” / “When I heard you call for help, I didn’t even think.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Office]
The second line is dependent on whether or not Clementine blamed Violet before, as her and Louis walked the exiled to…exile. And stuff.
But, her account as to why she ran right for Clementine, and pulled an arrow on Lilly says everything I got so crazy, I didn’t even think, I had to do something. Clementine roused a trigger.
This time, in a very good way. Well, as good as the circumstances. In any case, this does count as a trigger because it’s inciting an emotional response, and given Violet’s wording, a fight-or-flight. (I realize triggers are specific for negatives; for the sake of brevity, I don’t care. I still say it counts.) It’s the reason why, before, when I detailed how I personally get with my anchors, I do similar things. No, not literally pull an arrow on someone, but I act on impulse without care, because I just want to satisfy their needs to the absolute fullest. It’s genuine, but it’s also triggering—under a positive connotation.
After this, of course, we push into Violet leading the school as they prep for an attack, with Clementine right alongside her. Whatever happens during this time is unknown, just that the school built-up the walls, laid their defenses, and focused on instruments to help, such as traps and explosives. Shortly after the time-skip, of course, we get the belltower sequence.
Starting with an inquiry:
“I know you came back for medicine, for A.J, but after that, you could’ve just left. Avoided all the bullshit with the raiders. Why didn’t you? Sorry, I know that puts you on the spot. You don’t have to answer. We’ve all got our reasons.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Belltower]
Violet asks something that has likely been on her mind for a while, but then… Not backtracks, but she does relinquish the pressure for that answer.
As their time at the belltower continues, it’s clear where the question came from.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just…talk so much. It’s just, I’ve watched people leave before. Family, friends. They never come back. But you did. And now I can’t imagine what it would be like if you weren’t here. Um. Shit, that sounds so much dumber when I say it out loud. You know what I mean.”
[Ep.2 | Suffer the Children | Belltower]
Violet’s hesitancy to speak her mind, be vulnerable, is interesting, particularly because it’s about doing so too much. It’s a very specific one, with ambiguous implications. This could be an anxiety she put on herself, or, this was something that she took after a mention that she was talking too much, getting too personal, one way or another. Then there’s also another thing, where it sounds dumber than she intended. As though when speaking her mind, Violet has an idea of what to say, but she doesn’t know quite how to articulate it.
This is a really good line of dialogue, so that latter insecurity is just that: an insecurity.
Nevertheless, this speaks volumes because it’s the first verbal admittance to an issue with abandonment. All the adults left her life, and never returned. Those include her parents, who never tried to get back to the school. Her grandfather died, so not his fault, but her grandmother shot herself right behind Violet. Which is abandonment, and really fucked to do. The teachers of Ericson’s…
Then fellow students. Most probably died, including Brody. And the twins were taken away.
Abandonment is a huge thing.
So we turn to the route where Violet is taken. And it’s not good. Violet reacts as predictably as this essay has outlined.
[Clementine] “Vi? What happened? Are you okay? Violet, talk to me… We’re here to take you home.”
[Violet] “I looked for you. When they grabbed me, I saw…you let them take me. I’m just supposed to forget that because you’re here now?”
[Violet, if platonic] “Some fucking friend you are.”
[Violet, if romanced] “Some fucking feelings you had for me.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
Here we have now a fresh faultline within her and Clementine’s relationship. It brings ambivalence. Upon seeing Clementine, she’s plunged into an episode.
And Violet splits. Her image of Clementine is distorted, so she falls back to the same pattern she did with Brody, and she is hostile.
[Clementine] “What’s wrong with you, Vi? Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”
[Violet] “No, Clem. I’m done. This whole situation is so fucked! At least here I have Minnie…”
[Clementine] “You mean the Minnie that betrayed us?”
[Violet] “Don’t act like you know her. She tried to escape. Her and Sophie. They said if I fight back, they’d kill Minnie. Or one of you. All you’ve done is get us hurt or killed. If you fuck this up worse, I’ll stop you myself. And don’t think I won’t. I’m not losing her again, or anyone else.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
We also have Violet manipulated on top of that, led instead by Lilly and Minnie’s word, not Clementine. Because BPD primes people to manipulation, especially in times when they’re at their most vulnerable. But, throughout these interactions, we do see Clementine attempt to console her, and talk.
Violet, however, is not open to. She is not in the right state of mind. This is a BPD episode, so Clementine is not able to get through to her here. Violet does not trust her—too much ambivalence. Mitch’s death is fresh on her mind, she’s been lied to by Minnie about what happened to Sophie, and with that lie, she was told that more people would die if they did not listen.
And of course, the more time is spent, Clementine starts to get frantic as everything escalates because there’s a fucking bomb ticking away in the deck down below. So there comes about an urgency, and she can’t spend that valuable time consoling Violet.
So she starts chipping away at the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?! You’re gonna get us all killed!”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
And Violet does precisely what she said she would do, and she attempts to stop Clementine herself. Because there’s Minnie again, but she also doesn’t want anyone else to die either.
Lucky for Clementine, she is stronger, and she is able to overpower Violet within a minute. However, in trying to get the cells unlatched, then to find her way to A.J, she herself is overpowered by Minerva. The urgency and stress associated backs Clementine to a corner. She still doesn’t want to see Violet hurt, so, she explains,
[Clementine] “We planted a bomb on the boat!”
[Violet] “Fuck you, there’s a bomb! Mitch is dead! You just… Fucking go!”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Brig]
…and again, Violet does not trust her. Mitch’s death is still fresh on her mind. Everything that Lilly and Minnie fed to her is still present.
Then, the bomb goes, and it takes Violet’s sight with it. Even on the beach, she asks for Minnie, amidst confusion because, somewhere down the line, they got separated. Louis has to be the one to support her. By this point, and some beats after, it feels like this is another Brody. Like there’s no turning back, not until a long, long year where Clementine would be in the same shoes.
Minnie makes herself known, though. She’s off in the woodland, with her people.
And that is when this Violet has the wool pulled from her blinded eyes, because she realizes what happened.
The moment is brief. It’s very easy to miss. Yet, the attempts Clementine gave on that boat to console her, before the urgency really began to set in, was not fruitless.
Violet tries to apologize:
“Clementine? The stuff I said on the boat, in the cell, I, uh…”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | Beach]
It’s not the right time for it. The schoolkids need to get off that beach, but this brief moment is huge.
The thing about episodes is, yes, in the moment, the individual is not consolable. There’s no reasoning with someone who is shut down. However, the attempts to try and console, and/or any verbal promises to leave the door open for when they’ve calmed down, the effort can be recognized and appreciated.
Once Violet snaps out of it, that’s precisely what it was. She understands that Clementine was never trying to hurt her, nor did she come to her disingenuous. Clementine was there to bring her back, because the situation was exactly as Violet herself said—fucked.
But still… Clementine was there to bring her back.
Either way, Clementine proved herself to Violet, because down this route, she left twice, and came back both times.
Of course, the night does not end there. Clementine loses a leg. Another schoolkid is gone.
So through the weeks thereafter, Violet gave herself the time, and then, she tries again with the apology:
[Violet] “I wanted to wait ‘til you were up and about, but how I behaved on the boat… It was really unfair. My head was so messed up—by Lilly, and… And Minnie. I was so wrapped up in my own shit…”
[Clementine] “It’s okay. You went through hell in that boat, and I let that happen.”
[Clementine, if platonic] “I’m just glad we got you out of there.”
[Clementine, if romanced] “I’m just glad I got you back. I was so worried I’d lost you.”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | School]
In this apology, Violet articulates the position she was in, and admits the kind of influence Minnie was to her—not a good one. And in turn, Clementine acknowledges her. She doesn’t demean Violet for what she did. On top of that, she expresses how she’s just happy that Violet is there in the moment.
This route is bittersweet. We have the beginning, where Violet is guarded, then she warms up to Clementine, finds an anchoring point, and acts upon a fierce loyalty. Which then is hurt when Clementine chooses to save Louis instead. The time on the boat is very bitter because…the truth about borderline is, yeah no, it does not care who the person is to the mentally ill. The disorder is a disorder for a reason. It will hurt, and it will put a strain and test a relationship.
Then you just have the big fuck you axe where Minnie…effectively was the one who managed to wound Clementine, have her get bit, and then lose the leg. Which isn’t really how an eye for an eye goes, but that’s what this route goes with.
But then…, it’s sweet. Because Clementine did the right things, with what stress she was under.
She tried to talk to Violet, and in doing so, she left a door open for Violet to crawl back through when the time was ready. It was sooner rather than later for her, since Minnie… Whatever. However, it’s an apocalypse; a boat was just blown the fuck up. So while it was the time for Violet, it was not the time for literally anyone else. Ergo, a second attempt, to which there was resolve.
Clementine and Violet did not make the same mistake that Brody and Violet did.
And that’s what saves the relationship.
Now, let’s waltz all the way back and save Violet, just to show what Clementine and her do right to build a healthy connection, whereas her and Minnie went wrong. To do this, taking a brief visit to the romantic will help in dissecting an evolution found as the episodes progress.
After the bits of dialogue in the beginning of this section, Clementine can choose to confess her feelings for Violet. It can be solidified by a kiss, or a question for a relationship, or…a meek silence, to which Violet is able to read and feel the same. Clementine can also express confusion, in that she needs the time, but express the interest all the same.
There’s a sweet moment here, and with the kiss, it can also be a touch awkward because…
Okay, they kind of flounder. Violet more so. Which is interesting to note, because Violet “supposedly” was in a relationship before. Sure, the moment on its own doesn’t mean an experienced person wouldn’t be any less awkward, but with the following steps in their relationship, it does support the suspicion this essay has in that she never had a reciprocated, romantic relationship with Minnie.
The moment where Violet asks Clementine to dance, and is nervous to do so, is one of those steps in the relationship:
“When you told me you have feelings for me, I was shocked. Then I started thinking. There’s something I’ve always wanted to try with someone I cared about. And I never have. [. . .] Have you ever danced with anyone before? [. . .] Do you…wanna? Just us. No one else around. I mean, I know it’s kind of weird, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
[Ep.3 | Broken Toys | Dorm]
It’s a step in way of romance (Clementine even remarks after how they’re getting better), but it’s also a step in Violet’s confidence in being vulnerable with someone. She’s still clearly anxious here. Violet still has some of that self-deprecation, and it comes back if Clementine rejects the offer because the idea was stupid, or something along those lines.
But she still does ask. And it’s a big ask, because this is important to Violet. So if Clementine reciprocates the dance, it’s yet another sweet moment, and it builds the confidence within for this relationship further.
Before the night, Violet can tell Clementine how she got to Ericson’s. Then, through the night itself, she backs Clementine every step of the way. Shoots Minnie. Escapes with the schoolkids, only to come back and find her with Tenn and A.J, safe and sound.
During their walk, Violet opens up again. This time, there is none of that self-deprecation, and Violet even gets choked up—but she’s not really ashamed for it, she just continues and says her piece.
“While we were looking for you guys, and I… I thought you might be…gone for good…, um, shit. I was trying to figure out what I’d do if you were gone, and I realized how goddamn stupid I was. About Minnie. For a whole fucking year. I was so wrapped up in losing her and Sophie, I pushed away everyone who tried to care about me. Marlon, Brody, Louis. Even you and A.J. I tried my damnedest not to care about either of you. And I still couldn’t tell you why.”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | Forest]
She admits everything. Is so very open to Clementine, and tells her what is on her mind. There’s Minnie. There’s what she regrets.
[You were afraid] “I was a goddamn coward. I’m not a coward anymore.”
[I’ve done the same thing.] “And then you wonder why you fight so hard to stay alive. I don’t wonder anymore.”
[You cared about me.] (Platonic) “I didn’t expect to find a friend like you, not ever again. But I’m really glad I did.” / (Romantic) “Yeah, I did. Way more than I meant to. I’m still kind of amazed we found each other, you know?”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | Forest]
By this point in the story, Violet has undergone her arc.
She is a changed person because of Clementine’s influence, and she sees what she either didn’t see before, or did but had forgotten. Through a rebound, because Violet just needed a second chance to redeem herself.
Now…, she didn’t expect to find a friend like Clementine ever again? It’s interesting that Violet indicates Clementine was a second chance with the platonic route, not the romantic. Is this her quietly admitting that Minnie was never beyond a friend, actually? Or is this in reference to Brody and Sophie instead?
I dunno. Just found that interesting, since she could have said an equivalent for the romantic dialogue. In any case…
There is something so profound with how this relationship contrasts the ones which came before. As a friend or partner, Clementine never gets to the point of Minnie’s idealization, nor Brody’s devaluation. Both are antithetical to each other because they balance on the same scale—that being insecurity. Violet cared for Minnie and Brody deeply, and those emotions are genuine.
However.
Minnie was put on a pedestal because there were faultlines to that relationship which Violet did not want to face. Brody, instead, was degraded because rather than faults, it was easier to ignore the good sides to Brody. And the good sides were a really, really sweet girl who dreamed of a better life—something that Violet could never see for herself after the twins.
Then there’s Clementine.
Even at their worst moment, where Violet’s trust in Clementine waned, she still did trust her. Clementine told her there was a bomb. Violet snapped because Mitch was the one who knew explosives, and he was dead. And yet, she got herself blinded because she knew Clementine wasn’t lying to her. She trusted her enough to know…
Well yeah. There’s a bomb.
Beyond that, however, Violet decides to do some arts and crafts, even though she says they’re stupid. Or Violet’ll ask for a dance that she’s desperately yearned for. She’ll talk to Clementine, a lot, even if she didn’t mean to do it “so much.”
Clementine as an anchor never truly corrodes. It’s tested down one of the routes, yet by the end of it, the relationship is maintained.
…there’s a final note which taps into this.
We come back again to identity one last time. For a brief anecdote—nestled within the shadows of what exhaustion this essay has gone over with Minnie and Brody, and now Clementine—, but an important one. Violet’s sense of identity will remain to be untold because we don’t have that perspective. She never talks about herself like that, so there’s no true insight for Clementine to gather.
Yet there are scant traces of identity diffusion, or an incoherent identity, ceaselessly disturbed by external influences.
This calls back to a copycat nature where borderline personalities will imitate in order to find stability. Ambitions, beliefs, interests—these all go right along with it, because they very well can change, and do so radically. Impulsions in way of severe life choices are made on the foundation this nature provides.
And that foundation is not strong.
There is no way to truly understand and deconstruct Violet’s sense of identity, yet, her behavior and choices made throughout the season can give us something to chew on.
Between the two routes, Violet is…a hair shy from being an entirely different person. The Violet Clementine brings onto the boat is not the same as the Violet she meets there. By contrast, Louis remains consistent; bring him on the boat, and he acts as expected—same with when we find him…without a tongue.
One is Clementine’s Violet. The other is Minerva’s Violet.
In both routes, Violet’s impulsion changes her life’s trajectory. She either shoots Minnie, or, she goes after the bomb and blinds herself. In one route, she’s outspoken, combative to the Delta, and fiercely loyal to the school; in the other, she does behave like how Minnie described her—never could talk to people, never to be class president. The Violet in that second route is withdrawn and quiet…
But she does confront Clementine.
She mimics Minerva’s newfound bellicosity that she dawned from the Delta, and it’s pitted against Clementine by following both her and Lilly’s word.
Going back to the first episode, where Brody tells Clementine that Violet withdrew herself from everyone, a lot of that was depression. Violet also actively told herself to push everyone away (…except Tenn, a remnant of the twins). However, there is a read here that she withdrew herself because there was no one left for Violet to mirror. She reverted herself back to the girl who sat in front of the television, with her grandmother’s fresh corpse just behind her.
Not to say that Violet doesn’t have a personality on her own. No, she still does. Having a weak sense of identity doesn’t automatically mean that there’s no identity at all. It can just mean the self-perception of identity is weak, but given that it is a self-perception, what is Violet going to draw from if she doesn’t…know how to read herself?
So Clementine meets Violet in the midst of this. She’s sarcastic and grates for a minute about the car. She keeps up a wall between her and Clementine. But by the end of the episode, and the start of the second, here Violet is cleaver at hand, about to lead the school.
Marlon scathes when she stands toe-to-toe. Talks about her being difficult again—but that in itself is ambiguous, because does this mean she’s gone toe-to-toe before, or does this mean Violet has a tendency to be inconsistent? And was that night another inconsistency?
But then… Louis. He admires the fact that Violet is like his white knight. He relies on her to protect him, because he knows that there is no doubt—she will.
Then being a leader. That comes as a surprise to presumably everyone. There’s a few points of dialogue that suggest it, others that blatantly say it, and then more few beats where we see the contention between Violet’s leadership and the schoolkids.
There’s conflict here. Violet is inconsistent in who she wants to be.
And it’s just that, isn’t it?
The TWDG community has long since decided that Violet’s arc is about letting go of Minnie (for those who see past the “rebound” thing), and self-discovery. Which is still true, but through the lens of BPD, there’s another layer to this. It’s about learning to let go despite disorder. And then, it’s learning what she wants from people, and who she wants to emulate, again, despite disorder.
What kind of person does Violet want to be?
And this is distinct from Louis, because with Louis, it is also a self-discovery. He is care-free, live in the moment, to a detriment. To be quite frank, the only reason why he got that far into the apocalypse was because he relied on his community. Not because he couldn’t contribute, but because he has his fair share of self-depreciation.
But there is no question. He knows who he is, and he knows the kind of man he wants to be. It’s why Louis does talk about his sense of self as much as he does.
Whereas Violet really doesn’t, perhaps because she can’t. All of what she confines in Clementine is the fact that things get overwhelming, and she gets confused. Quite frequently. But also, her relationships. Everything external for her, because… Again, she struggles to articulate what’s going on internally, because of that confusion. It takes time for that articulation to be feasible.
Violet has a patchwork identity. She’s kept traits of others—such as the singing. Granted, everybody does this. However, there’s her own within patchwork, but those have gone largely unexplored in the past.
Then here’s Clementine, the catalyst to this arc.
Which begs the question, why? What about Clementine has this impact on Violet?
Something about her draws Violet in.
At first, yeah. Clementine’s new. There’s an air of mystery around a girl who totals a car at Ericson’s front lawn, with a kid in tow. But that mystery alone doesn’t equate to a cleaver pulled, guarding the new people from the rest—her own people.
The answer is rather simple: Violet is mirroring Clementine, so all there is to do is look at that reflection. And we find a leader. We find someone who is compassionate, and does everything to fight for their own. Actually fight. Tooth-and-nail. Someone who does whatever it takes to survive, even if that means rubbing the good ol’ walker jelly, or, taking risks to secure a bag of food.
Clementine’s compassion for people is evident once she wakes up, and she has A.J by her side. Her skills in leadership, her drive to fight, to survive—those are all made very clear at the train station, with both Louis and Violet following her lead.
So Violet mimicked. She found the same traits within herself, then elevated them. Brought them to the surface.
As the relationship continues to build—platonic or romantic—, Violet finds reciprocation. She’s not just emulating what Clementine would like to see. After all, she was sat in the headmaster’s chair while Clementine and A.J were still exiled. That indicates how Violet found, if not a comfort, a consolation in that part of herself.
The reciprocation continues whenever Clementine responds to her, and she validates Violet, she shows interest in what Violet says, and what Violet wants to do. Violet can ramble on and on as long as she wants, and Clementine would still listen. Violet (if romanced) can ask for a dance, and Clementine would oblige. Either way, Violet gives Clementine a pin. Clementine puts it on.
It's that compassion, and it cascades authenticity off Clementine to the people she surrounds herself with. She’s also someone who feels strongly. This character is a very empathetic person. Throughout S1, Clementine was perceptive of the people around her, and she cared. Deeply so. S2, the same thing, even if her morality began to grey. The start to closing herself off to protect herself was present. S3 as well, especially in her drive to find A.J once she learned he was still alive, out there somewhere.
Throughout the seasons, there are also plenty of moments where her empathy shows. Clementine does genuinely feel what the people around her express. Like with Louis, when his tongue is cut. You can hear in her voice how pained she is, regardless of the relationship itself. She’s pained because Louis is.
And given what she’s lived through on top of that? Clementine would absolutely put 100% in a relationship, enough to match someone like Violet.
There is another reason to this why, and the thought struck me when I was reminded of an easter egg during Violet and Clementine’s scene up on the belltower. A constellation, which Clementine can draw for herself, and he’ll wink right back at her:
Kenny.
This connection is an interesting one to make for a scene with Violet. It’s cheeky first and foremost.
Regardless, there’s a parallel drawn here. Violet and Kenny are very similar, in that…Kenny likely had BPD. TWDGhas two seasons, then a couple flashbacks, where we can read it so. That man was volatile himself. Fiercely loyal, but could absolutely flip on a dime if his perception of the people around did not align with what he desired—it’s why he’s so fickle with Lee, to the point the gameplay reflects it, and then Clementine as well, because this behavior was the ultimate antagonist. His spiral down mental health escalated, and escalated, and escalated.
And he’s guilty. Tells Clementine that to leave him, or to shoot him, is the right choice to make.
But should the two survive together, with dreams of driving down to Florida, we find that he…is okay. He’s stable. His anchorage with Clementine and A.J is strong, without ambivalence. In this storyline, she sees that with people like him, sticking around through the bullshit can be worth the trouble.
Of course, it’s also a testament whether or not it is worth it. Some people, including myself, left Kenny in S2. Because the turmoil through the season was just that significant.
He genuinely cares, but like my mom, Kenny still hurts. Especially in S2. Because despite himself, he just could never seem to get past what he felt, and his impulses.
Clementine’s relationship with Kenny varies across different choices made, and the interpretations thereof. My personal interpretation of Kenny will contrast wildly to another. And that’s okay.
But whatever the interpretation is, and the choices made, Clementine has experience with people like Violet. She’s lived through the type of behavior conditions BPD and alike bring. She knows how to navigate them, and find healthy grounds.
Clementine keeps an open line of communication with Violet. Expresses interest, and accepts what Violet herself has to offer. But she also has her boundaries. For one, A.J. He is her priority. Two, when Violet fights her, Clementine fights back because it’s not okay—do not lay a hand on me. Now, whether or not she would’ve fought like she did if there was no bomb, and A.J was still in the cell…
I don’t know. I assume it would’ve been one of those major choices of the game. Either talk her down, or fight.
…similar to what Lee has with Kenny, up in the attic after the house in Savannah is swarmed, or on the train before that.
Bringing Kenny into the conversation is…funny, in a way. At least to me. I write all this, because TWDG secured its place in my heart by being the very thing I needed through a really, really bad year where my mental health (BPD) reared its ugly head. TWDG as a whole, but S2 especially. I realize why so many people have issues with the season, and I get it. It’s only natural for that to happen when every season has its distinctive personality—not everyone will gel with its voice. That, and it does have its fair share of flaws.
But if it was not for S2, I would not be in the fandom. Because that season was 2019 boiled down to the pure chaos I inadvertently put myself through, and it did so by having me play a character who when she was taken seriously, she just could not do it right, then…, when she wasn’t, it was out of neglect, where the adults put themselves first. Every. Time. And…one of those adults was a blunt reflection of it all.
Up until the final moment. The breaking point.
It’s how I felt inside my head. And still do, sometimes. When I’m stuck inside a season rooted in instability—a winter—, things just keep happening, and there is no end, even though I try to maintain the fantasy of peace in those slow moments. But…there’s just no end. There’s only escalation.
It was something I needed to experience in isolation, where I understood that it’s just a game, and it’s within the scope of 7.5 hours.
Swiftly thereafter, I started writing. Because again, it’s what I’ve always done. So AYDF came to be, where Clementine’s an alcoholic, but not because she’s legitimately an alcoholic in the gameplay. I get she’s not; my Clementine is an alcoholic because…it’s an obscure remark of borderline, and an exploration wherein I thought to use an entirely different disorder to express such a thing. In part because I’d yet to really (re)consider BPD (it wasn’t until some time later that I understood), but also…I’m a storyteller. Having alcoholism represent BPD is interesting.
It’s all why I adore TWDG, and my Clementine, and ADYF. Together, they’re an anchor of mine.
Clementine and Violet’s relationship included, because I did not expect to find Violet. I knew about their relationship before playing—heard it whilst I did light research on which games to buy. But I didn’t expect to find a character who…also emulates what S2 did for me. Just, in a more matured light than who I was in 2019. Also didn’t expect the relationship to provide growth for my Clementine in regards to these personalities, because mine did absolutely struggle the first time—with Kenny, and the devastating choice she made.
Cuz like.
Oops. A.J’s still alive. Um. Whelp.
(…for context—because I know the assumption—, no, Jane was not there. I left S2 with both her and Kenny dead. Clementine just shot the last adult who could’ve helped A.J.)
To see the chances where Clementine is the person Violet needed—to treat her well—, and take those chances, I didn’t expect to find Violentine as this embodiment of a healthy relationship despite borderline. It’s not perfect—obviously it’s not—, but all things considered, it is healthy by the end, no matter the route.
It’s regardless of whether or not Violet actually has BPD. She’s not diagnosed, and I don’t intend to have her be diagnosed. But at the same time…, this essay kinda makes it clear that Violet is a textbook example anyway. A good one to me.
And a good one to A.J.
[A.J, & Serving an Example]
Throughout this essay, the priority has been clarifying BPD, and unveiling what it feels like. A mechanism that may lead to the disorder, then the mechanisms that the disorder itself deploys. How it effects the person, in their identity or, most notably with Violet, relationships.
And the way Violet articulates herself, through the several dialogue lines within this post, it is evident that she’s aware. There’s a self-deprecation to it, but, Violet knows her issues and what it does, whether or not she knows its name—BPD, or something else entirely. Given the ambiguity that the game allows, it is still left unsaid.
But that’s the first thing: she does talk about it. Violet knows herself well enough to.
Not only that, she demonstrates a responsibility in her disorder.
With this essay, there hasn’t been much in the way of responsibility. Because it isn’t until A.J enters the discussion do we truly see this come to light.
I will be the first to say that, while I can sympathize with other people of the diagnosis—even empathize—, I am rather critical when it comes to being responsible of our actions. From knowing a trigger but being around it anyway, to refusing to communicate when a hand reaches out—there’s issues I take. Because there are things that needs to be done with BPD, and those are not it.
The fact of the matter is, sorry, it fucking sucks. But also, it is your disorder, as it is mine. It isn’t your fault that it happened, but it did, and you’re kinda just stuck living with it. It’s not the responsibility of anyone else to fix and manage every aspect of BPD.
Finding people like Clementine, or a support system like the schoolkids, will do wonders because, yes, they can help. But Clementine, and the schoolkids, also have their fair share of shit. To expect them to drop everything is unfair, the same way that being expected to just drop your BPD for someone else’s sake is unfair.
It’s a give and take. There will be a ceaseless line of dialogue in the name of boundaries, and clarification, and everything in between.
So we return to Violet’s apology to Clementine.
“I wanted to wait ‘til you were up and about, but how I behaved on the boat… It was really unfair. My head was so messed up—by Lilly, and… And Minnie. I was so wrapped up in my own shit…”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | School]
She doesn’t excuse it. Violet gives reason—and that reason is, more or less, she was not in a right mind—, and she articulates what position she was in, but there is no excuse.
Because the difference between an excuse, and an apology, is that one is done with the intention to be forgiven, the other is done with the intention to resolve—the forgiveness is a hope, not the reward.
Being able to do such a thing, unprompted, speaks volumes to Violet’s maturity, and her understanding of her own mental health. For people with BPD, more often than not, it’s easier to blame someone else because…looking inward, and realizing you royally fucked up again is not easy. Or, it’s easier to use apologies to seek a reward—like forgiveness—, and to indulge in a brief gratification that may ensure a person stays.
Well, okay. The same can really be said for everyone. BPD, however, does has its way in amplification.
Nevertheless, A.J is able to witness this moment, take it in. It’s a lesson in itself.
But given Violet is saved, and Louis is mute, there is another moment which not only speaks volumes, but it serves to A.J clarity.
After the last meal shared in the game series, and Violet with Clementine deliberates over a caravan, A.J can ask Violet one thing:
“Aren’t you still mad I killed Tenn?”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | School]
It’s a fresh wound for her. The pain of it is laid clear across Violet’s face. However, in response,
“The thing you said on the bridge…, that he was messing up all the time. It wasn’t something new, you know. Tenn got himself or other people into trouble all the time, long before you guys got here. He was always so lost. He lived in a world that just…isn’t there, you know? And that’s why I tried to look after him. But when I was pulling him away from the walkers, and Minnie, I could also see…he just wasn’t there anymore.”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | School]
Or, it’s complicated, but she understands why. Violet is able to acknowledge where A.J comes from. She does, and she sets aside her emotions. There is no corrosion here. Violet doesn’t devalue A.J for this, even though the gravity of his choice would’ve provided a validity. A warped and intense validity, but one all the same.
They trade more words, and amongst them, Violet asks a damning question, and A.J accepts:
[A.J] “So you’re mad, but sad.”
[Violet] “Can I be that for a while?”
[A.J] “Yeah, it’s okay.”
[Ep.4 | Take Us Back | School]
A.J acknowledges her. She asks for further acknowledgement—the time to heal.
And he understands, and he allows her the room.
…the thing about Violet and A.J, in contrast to Louis and A.J, is that A.J looks up to these characters for very different reasons. Louis is a great guy. I want A.J to be like him, or better yet, a matured version of Louis. He’s charming, charismatic, good-natured, and through the game, we do see that he begins to donate an effort to do better.
Really, it’s not a mystery as to why A.J grew attached so quickly.
Violet, meanwhile, is confusing. She’s not that great with people, is instead a bit of a pill to swallow, and with her trauma comes a volatility.
Sure, she was the one who stood-up for Clementine and A.J when Louis didn’t, but in playing this season, I’ve always gotten the implication that A.J—at least initially—does have a preference for Louis. And I say implication because it’s never said outright, but there are some dialogues and reactions of his that had me wonder. I also don’t mean he doesn’t like Violet, no, but more that he doesn’t necessarily understand what Clementine sees in her.
At least, that isn’t until time passes, and more is spent with Violet, does she start to grow on him as well.
Louis models a more…digestible person. He has his problems, but they are easy to explain and understand. He was a spoiled brat. He sabotaged a marriage over something so very petty. And now, where his upbringing still rears its head through his immature work ethic, he struggles with deep insecurities.
There is a complexity here. One that does deserve its own essay, though I’m not really the right person for that. (Here’s an essay, by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale. Pretty good. And they gots a lot of essays like it. …but also, again, sorry for tagging; I know this is absurdly long. Lol.)
Violet, meanwhile, comes with a confusion because her issues are so steeped in stigma. Which is to be expected in conditions like BPD, where…yeah, there’s the chance she will lash out, do things she doesn’t mean, because a switch was flipped.
Where Louis is someone that A.J would like to aspire to, Violet seem to stand as a figure A.J can grow to appreciate. Having her as a model gives A.J the chance to understand that with people like Violet, you give them space and time. Work with them, and if they are genuine people, they will prove themselves worth the effort.
It does take effort, however, and the time spent with them.
And if there is no effort given, and no time spent…
Yeah. Violet will be that wallflower.
[Conclusion]
There’s nothing else this essay really has to say at its core. BPD is a very, very confusing disorder. Both internally, and externally. Stigma doesn’t help. It is, after all, a huge reason why I wrote this.
Because the stigma is quite honestly the worst thing about BPD. In many resources—whether they’re linked below, or you find them on your own—, you’ll find that a BPD diagnosis often comes with others right along with it. Addictions, eating disorders, depression…
To those who don’t know better (or maybe they do), that’s just…natural. It’s how it is.
But I remember going to my family, telling them that there is something wrong, only…to be assured otherwise. Not for my sake, but for theirs. Because BPD isn’t greatly understood, and when it is, realizing that none of them got to save me from my mother in time has its way in denial. What my mother did wasn’t right, however, I could’ve ended up like her.
Just not through those initial traumas.
Rather, I could’ve, had I made the same mistakes she did with the silent traumas thereafter—decades, now, where the people around me refuse to acknowledge my words, and listen to me, because I know the look in the eye, and I sometimes find it in the mirror. Those initial traumas may have been the first lashing, but it’s the time after which seals BPD within a person. Because the condition goes unchecked. It ferments. People tell you one thing, but you feel another, and as a child, you decide to trust their word, not your own body. Which breaks you. Gets to a point where there’s no real return, because people like me weren’t allowed to learn otherwise.
Understanding what happened to me was a very lonely experience, despite the sheer amount of people I had around me.
…and it hurts, somewhere deep in the recesses of my alexithymia, that my abuse never came from people who hated me. My mother didn’t, not in those initial years. None of my family did, in the decades into adulthood. But still, they hurt. The abuse came from the people I least want to admit, in ways that media would deem too boring for our idled attention spans.
I proclaimed that BPD is when a mechanism deploys, and the cost means a sacrifice of one integral function. It is still true—the mechanism, alongside the personality, and that specific initial trauma will influence how that BPD is expressed.
Yet, Borderline Personality Disorder happens when a mechanism deploys at a great cost, and that sacrifice is never restored. It is the neglect of the individual’s emotional turmoil after catastrophe that does it, where the same mechanism festers until it is there to stay as an ugly, depraved scar.
It is the disorder where a person was never allowed to heal, despite the mind and body screaming that they need to.
So when I hear BPD and the diagnoses alongside, I hear yet another time where someone likely knew there was something wrong, but they chose to find stability by other means, because it wasn’t found in the people around. Addictions bring those dopamine hits that BPD elevates. Eating disorders, where maybe…they can find something about themselves to control. Because there is none day to day, nor in relationships. And depression? Honestly, it speaks for itself; if a person manages to find themselves with a tumultuous anchor, or no anchor at all, it’s easy to slip into.
Or, if the diagnoses are born conditions, like ADHD or autism, or others, like schizophrenia, those speak to a concern where those conditions were left unchecked, and they festered as BPD, they were what predisposed it…
Yet, when I hear a story like Violet’s, it is a true reassurance.
Sure she’s not diagnosed. But still. The game doesn’t hide anything. It doesn’t “assure” the player that Violet isn’t this type of person, that she isn’t literally sick in the head.
TFS shows her issues quite plainly. And it’s because it does, and refuses to lie to make anyone feel better, does the game promise something that is so, so desperately yearned for in those with borderline.
It’s acknowledgement.
To tell someone that, yes, you’re not confused that you feel confused amid a chaos. You are. But there are ways to work with it, and around it. You can, actually, have strong relationships with people, and in those like Clementine, even if/when you fail, they will stay, because they understand.
To tell someone all of that is a first step towards understanding BPD, a disorder so shrouded because of stigma, and little else.
And so you have a character who still has her struggles with it, but she has a support system, and she’s taught herself enough to manage—did it well, considering the circumstances. She was left to her own devices. Sure, she had her grandparents to escape from home, but…, well. Yeah. After her grandma, Violet was then sent straight to the boarding school. The apocalypse struck. The adults left. And though her community still cherishes her, Violet…was designated as their wallflower.
So it’s funny, to have found this character this way, because Louis was right.
Violet does grow on you. If you let her, anyway. She can be suffocating.
Of fandom, age, and David Tennant being our own personal Time Lord
I read the fantastic post that @davidtennantgenderenvy wrote about David Tennant and aging (if you haven’t yet read it, go for it!) and, as a fan who is closer to DT's age range than to what seems to be the rest of the fan base's age (yeah, being well over 40 is A THING), I had an interesting mix of ideas and emotions. I was going to just reblog her post with some of these musings, but when this started getting longer (and I started searching for bibliography, ha), I decided that I was not going to hijack her post, but rather cite it (and reblog it on its own right, really, read it). I should say that this is a long essay, and it comes peppered with references to one of my preferred fields of study (but I make it light and fun, promise).
Becoming an “old geek”
The first time I came into the idea was when I found a thirst TikTok with that very nice audio that goes “I think I need someone older…” and clearly, the thirst was there, but also… David is 8 years older than me, and when you are 45, thirsting over someone who is 53 doesn’t feel as “edgy” (and thinking about “needing someone older” starts verging on thirsting over people well over 65, which is absolutely fine, but a very different category over all for the rest of TikTok). So yeah, it was weird. You see someone who you feel is "in your range" and everyone is calling them "old"… And you start thinking about aging, inevitably.
Of course, I "don't feel old", but most of my friends are younger than me, and I'm the oldest person in many of my "fun activities". Take, for example, my lightsaber combat team, where every sponsorship is pitched to people under 30, and you should be training at least twice a week and following a strict diet to reach the expected “competitive or exhibition” level (enter the “old lady” who is taking this training just for fun, who needs to take care of her joints and who is not going to be invested in becoming Jedi Master General or anything of the sorts in the near future). Or we can talk about the expectation about fandom in general being a “teenage phase”, and thinking about everyone who still is into it actively after certain age as “immature” or “quirky” at best (hi, mom! Hi, work colleagues! Hi, students!).
Society, aging and social constructs
Of course, this has a lot to do with societal expectations. For almost 80 years, popular culture has been built around "youth" and "young people": before rock & roll, most things (music, clothes, movies, art in general) were targeted to “adults”, and you were expected to be “a functional adult” since a younger age. There was a seismic shift in the way popular culture was built when consumer culture decided to see and cater young people: trends became shorter, being “hip” was desirable, staying younger for a longer period was a nice aspiration (a good, light reading to get a deeper view around this is “Hit Makers” by Derek Thompson. It is written for marketers, but that makes it an easy historic overview and I like that). This has a lot to do with the change of our view about old people, too: while being old 100 years ago (yup, 1924 still fits the bill) made you “a respected elder” and you were expected to be wise, to know best, to be the voice of reason and an expert, nowadays not even us older people like being seen as “old” or “older”.
Frequently, culture becomes entrenched in binary oppositions. The binary opposition between “young” and “old” is… well, old! And while the opposition is sustained, the meanings around it change over time (that’s what the past paragraph was about, really). If in the 1940’s being old meant “mature, respectable, wise, responsible” and being young meant “inexperienced, immature, foolish”, after the 1950’s those meanings shifted a lot: being young became “fun, interesting, in the now and in the know, attractive”, while being old was about being “boring, dusty, passé, uninteresting, dull”.
In reality, being young can be a mix of all of these things (inexperienced and fun and foolish and attractive), and being old can be, at the same time, being responsible and wise and a little dusty and dull, because that’s life *shrugs*, and the wonder of lived experience is that, even if we simplify it, it is complex and rich and sometimes contradictory in itself: we can be old and foolish and interesting and boring, or young and dull and inexperienced and attractive. But, as we need to make “social sense” of things, simplifying them is… easier. That’s why we build stereotypes, and why we use them! We need to have a “base” of signifiers to build upon, so we usually take what we have on our environment and run with it. If you find this idea interesting, welcome to the world of cultural semiotics! *takes her Iuri Lotman picture out of her pocket and puts it on the desk*
(Iuri Lotman, people. He is my "patron saint").
Pop culture versus “real culture”
Another cultural opposition that piques my interest in this area is the notion of “pop culture”, of course. It is opposed to “real, serious culture”, the sort of thing that everyone expects "older, mature people" to enjoy. In the sixties and seventies, there were a lot of studies and writing about "high brow" and "low brow" culture, trying to keep this distinction between "things that make you familiar with the now, but have no intrinsic value" and "eternal things that cultivate your mind, soul and spirit".
Evidently, if you ask me, this is a whole load of horse manure: probably useful to fertilize other things, but with little intrinsic value on its own. My main point is not dolphins, but the idea of culture: historically, it has used to mean a lot of things; from the notion of (exactly) fertilizing something and making it grow to make it come to fruition, to the hodgepodge of practices that a social group creates when they are together and are trying to make common sense of things.
I like the latter better (that is the one I’d ascribe to if this was The Academia TM, but this is tumblr!), but another popular definition, which comes from the Illustration and has been quite prevalent, is the notion of culture as the set of cultural practices that make you a better, more intelligent, far more educated person. For example: if you want to have real culture, you have to read Shakespeare and know what a iambic pentameter is, rather than watching “10 Things I Hate About You”. You must read real books, not listen to audiobooks, and “real books” should be written by “serious authors” like (insert old white Western European or American cis men, preferably born before 1960).
Here comes the notion of “cultural canon”, grinning widely. Yup, that set of practices becomes an expectation of what and how you should experience any area of the human experience, and they become a sort of “nucleus” of the whole experience, with people playing “defense” around them and culture shifting all around and sometimes across them. This is not exclusive to “high culture”: Have you ever heard about “gatekeeping”? Yeah, same fenomenomenon (Shadwell, of course). Whenever something gets this “shape”, it becomes a “norm”, the “common” thing, the “rule” if you participate in that set of cultural practices.
As every cultural set of practices tends to generate its own “canon”, they also have a lot of practices surrounding it, which are ever changing, shifting, learning from new and old practices, and redefining what everything means in their common/shared space. For example: Neil Gaiman, my beloved, was part of the “comics” frontier when Sandman first appeared, but as he and Alan Moore (yeah, I know he did it first, but Gaiman is my study focus right now, so let me be) and other very talented and interesting people started creating fascinating stuff that hadn’t been done, and they found people who loved it, they not only redefined the world of comics, but became part of the new canon themselves. And then, Neil’s presence in the world of literature and fantasy became widespread and recognized and then revered… And then he is doing it again by adapting his own work to a streaming platform in a serialized way… I hope this explains why I’m growing an obsession with studying Neil Gaiman as an author who crosses through different media: a transmedial auteur, an anomaly in his own right. But that is not an essay for tumblr, but a thesis, one that I don’t know if I’d ever have the time or mental resources to write (being a runaway ex academic with ADHD who works on their own is hard, people). Besides, this was about aging and David Tennant, so let’s cut this tangent short and start talking about our Time Lord and Savior: David Tennant, the king of frontiers.
David Tennant as a Frontier Lord
David Tennant is another fascinating case in this sense, mostly because he is an actor who has been able to build a whole very impressive career through crossing symbolic frontiers. Through his massive filmography (161 roles just for screens, as registered in IMDb) and his stage career (I love this gifset for this exact reason), he has acted his way through almost everything, from classical Shakespeare to improvisational comedy, from procedural police drama to wacky fantasy sci-fi. This has a lot to do with his personality (he loves acting, he decided to pursue acting as a career thanks to his love for Doctor Who, but he is also smart and inquisitive) but, as it happens with a lot of “frontier figures”, it also has a lot to do with “unpredictable” circumstances: less of a strategy, more of an instinct.
David has talked many times about how his impostor syndrome made him feel, for the longest time, that he had to keep accepting roles, because you never know if there is going to be another one after. He is talented and open and curious (this is quite a good interview about his perspective), but this… anxiety? meant that he had also lower quandaries about saying “yes” to roles and projects that were “less consistent” with a typecast (which has been, for the longest time, one of the main strategies to build an acting career). Yeah, he has some defining characteristics that make a role “tennantish” (I’m not starting that tirade here, but yeah, you know that almost fixed set of quirks and bits), but he has also worked his way through many different genres, budgets, styles and complexities. And he has usually been as committed and as professional in a big budget-high stakes-great script sort of situation, as he has been in a highly chaotic-let’s see what sticks-small scale project.
That can be correlated by the way he talks about “acting advice”. “Be on time, learn your lines, treat everyone the same, never skip the lunch queue”… Acting is a job, and he treats it as such. Yeah, he looks for interesting projects anytime he can, but the “down to earth” attitude about it is, once again, not-usual, not-common: pure frontier. Then, when David talks about his own self (specially at a young age), he is pretty clear about his “outsider” or “uncool” status (this interview is fantastic), and how strangely disruptive it was to become not only recognizable, but cool and sexy and… everything else, thanks to Doctor Who. He went from living in the frontier to being put in the canon, but he is still, at heart, a person who is more comfortable not defining himself by that “expected” set of rules.
Him being a very private person, who insists on having a family life that seems, form this distance, stable, loving and absolutely un-showbiz just makes the deal (and the parasocial love and respect) easier to sustain; as does his openness to talk about social and political issues that interest him (passionately, again; against the norm for “well liked celebrity”, again). His colleagues also talk wonders about him, mostly because he is this sort of down-to-earth but also passionate about his craft and easy to work with. Again: not the “norm”, not the “rule” of being such a celebrity.
Many of his fans (should I say that I’m one? Or is it obvious at this point?) find this not only endearing, but comforting: he is a massive star, who has acted in a lot of terrific roles in huge productions… But he feels, at heart, as “one of us”. But he is, also, a well-respected thespian, a Shakespearian powerhouse, an international talent. He lives in a very authentic, but very unstereotipical frontier. And he seems happy about that and has made a career from it. Extensive kudos and all the parasocial love and the amateur-actress mad respect for that.
I should mention, just in passing, that a “natural” archetype for this characters that traverse frontiers… are tricksters. Think again about the “tennantish” characteristics. Here goes another essay I’m not writing right now.
Aging: The Next Frontier
This takes me to the original post that inspired the essay: living in a culture where the “norm” is “being young and famous is a desirable aspiration”, we have a fantastic actor, at peak of his craft, who is in the heart of middle age (past 50, nearing 55). Not only that, but he is an actor with whom at least a couple of generations have grown older: from the ones who feel him as “our contemporary” to the ones who grew up looking at him (like Ncuti Gatwa!).
David, being the frontier person he is, has been navigating this transition in a very “unconventional” way: he came back to the role that made him iconic (The Doctor, now with more trauma!), is starring in another fantasy series about middle-aged looking ethereal beings that at times is an adventure thriller, at times is a comedy of errors and at times is a romcom (having another beautiful trickster of a man as his co-star… There goes another tangent that is an essay); he is playing one of the quintessential Shakespeare roles for middle-aged men (Macbeth), and is, seemingly, having a lot of fun doing a lot of voice acting for animation roles (if you haven’t watched Duck Tales, you’re missing a whole lot of fun, really).
Again, switching to the personal experience. I was raised as a female-shaped person (yeah, being queer is fun), so part of the experience of growing (and then growing old) has been closely related with that concept from the female point of view. I decided, pretty early on (but not so much, probably 25 years ago), that I wasn’t going to conform to the norm… And that included aging naturally. When I found my first white hair, it was a shock (I was 21 or 22), but I had already seen my father fighting his own hair being white since forever. I decided it was a loss of time, money and effort… And the judgement from people in my generation and in the one that preceded me (my mother, my aunts) was stern and strict: “it will age you, and it will date us. You shouldn’t do that”. Men could do it, given the right age (being over 50) but women must not. Same with wrinkles and sagging and gaining weight and getting “pudgy”. But when men grew older, they needed to make a “show off” of their ability to seduce, to “still be a man”. Aging, then, was undesirable by any standard.
As me and my peers have grown older, and my hair has gotten increasingly silver, there have been women that come to me saying that “I look great” and “they wish they were as brave as me”. I would like to state in front of this jury of my peers (hi, tumblr!) that the only bravery it took was deciding, somewhere between my twenties and my thirties, that I wanted to be as myself as I possibly could, so no bravery at all, just the same lack of understanding of social rules that took me to become interested in… you guessed it, cultural semiotics. We’ve come full circle with this. Now, let’s finish talking about what it means for an aging fan to have an aging star to look up to, shall we?
David Tennant as a cultural Time Lord
I am pretty sure that he wouldn’t have chosen this role for himself (as he wouldn’t have chosen being a massive star just by playing his favorite character and being so talented and charming), but he is, as Loki would say, burdened by glorious purpose. Being “the actor of his generation”, and him crossing so many frontiers with such ease and grace, without even thinking about it too hard, just because he is a hard worker and likes to try new things and is just so good at what he does put him in the exact cultural crossroad for it.
He is not in a sudden need to “resignify himself” as anything: he has already shown his very flexible acting muscles through his very long career. He is not bounded to “keep his public image relevant”: he likes to have his personal life clearly separated from the spotlight, and being married to the brilliant and funny Georgia, who herself grew up with a famous father, so she is no stranger to staying sane and in control in the eye of media, and who manages their social media presence with a good mix of humor and well-set boundaries.
Therefore, he is in a moment where he can (and probably will) chose to do whatever he likes. And he has the public support to do so: he is prestigious and respected, but likes to make fun of himself and is not self-important; he has a lot of awards, but he is also a very likable person with whom most people in the industry enjoy working. And he is up to do a lot of things: heroes, villains, morally grey characters; romance, drama, thriller, fantasy, sci-fi, procedurals, historical fiction, classic plays, silly parts, voice acting… We are going to see him aging on screen and stage, with no playbook: the playbooks were written for people that certainly are not him. And I have some evidence to prove it.
He is starring in a groundbreaking series (yeah, Good Omens) where the protagonists are two middle-aged looking entities, full of queer relationships, written by another trickster. This series, in an on itself, is a showcase for characters that are rule breaking in many ways: in the narrative, by being hereditary enemies who are inevitably linked to one another by a loving bond that may or may not be romantic, but that has been in the making for 6,000 years; in representation, by having the protagonists being represented by a couple of middle aged actors who are “not serious” and “not action” coded, in a role where they are delivering romance, banter, intrigue, joy and a whole other range of emotions that are “not your stereotypical” middle-aged male-lead coded.
He also delivered the baton on a relay race with Doctor Who: he came back after almost 20 years, to bring back the generation who grew up watching him in the role, and deliver us into the arms of Ncuti Gatwa’s 15th Doctor, with the promise of taking a rest and working on getting better from all the trauma The Doctor has endured in 20 years Earth-time (which, as any Doctor Who fan knows, account for centuries of trauma in Doctor’s time). Not your usual Doctor Who Anniversary cameo, but one built to deliver some zeitgeisty emotional health promises that made the specials feel… healing. At least, for some of us.
Even when it wasn’t the hit series it deserved to be, his Phileas Fogg in “Around the World in 80 Days” is also a great delivery of an unconventional middle-aged protagonist, who goes from meek and scared and too worried about societal norms, to a lovely, tender, slightly awkward and daring person, with friends half his age who look at him but are also his peers (another kind of relationship that is not very frequent in media).
And, with all fearlessness, he has played a lively old duck in Duck Tales! Scrooge McDuck has never been a middle-aged character: he is, quite openly, an old gentleman. An adventurer, quirky, with a lot of spunk… but also quite clearly an elder to Huey, Dewey and Louie, and obviously older than Donald Duck (who is also not a young adult himself!). When you watch that series, and if you have the opportunity to catch any glimpse of him behind the scenes while recording the part, you can feel the joy he got from playing the part (and he has said time and again that he IS Scrooge McDuck, so it will become his “recurring bit” for the future).
Hopefully, David (and some other actors and actresses, for sure) will dare to build that new “aging publicly without making an arse of myself” playbook, and I (and I can imagine, many other fans in our middle age, but also fans that are right now leaving behind the “young adult” stage and becoming “adults” fair and square, and others who will arrive to this place at a future time in their lives, so I hope) will be there to bear witness, support, cheer… and learn from the model. Because that’s what fandom is about, but also because that’s how culture itself gets shaped and changes, continuously. And that is exciting and a little scary, and that’s why it is better if we do this together.
And I'd love to imagine diverse (in the full sense of the word) role models for this process and this playbook, too!!!
If you read all the way through this, I'm very grateful, take a cookie, have a gold star and suggest names for our aging interestingly role models on the "non-white-male" side of things!