INTRO POST
16yr… he/him/his
Homophobia, transphobia, racism, and proshipping DNI
Bi, transmasc, idk what else to put
16yr… he/him/his
Homophobia, transphobia, racism, and proshipping DNI
Bi, transmasc, idk what else to put
lottie said i will give the nuclear launch codes to the candidate least suited to leading us All before i let her hurt One natalie scatorccio and not only do i think that's beautiful but given the choice id do it too
There is no way Lottie didn’t immediately notice that Hannah had swapped clothes with Nat in the finale. It’s not even a shipping thing atp, how did they notice the lack of air of profound sadness sculpted by years of pain???
obsessed with the way the wilderness liberates lottie yet suffocates nat. they really are two sides of the same coin.
it’s the same place; the same trees, but they grow into each prisoner’s mind so differently.
for once in her life, lottie isn’t having her own thoughts controlled or restrained; she’s finally broken free from the prison of her mind. she doesn’t have to ‘tone it down’ or carry shame, she’s free. she finally feels grounded. she’s not fundamentally broken or wrong, because conventions and norms cease to exist in the wilderness.
but, nat, she’ll always be a prisoner of her mind. of her past. no matter where she is.
nature doesn’t offer her solace, it feeds on her grief. the lake, a reminder of her role in javi’s death. the snow, a reminder of jackie’s, ben, a mirror of her what her father never was. even before all of that happened, she was destined to be haunted by the trees’ whispers and the wind’s howling. her life is defined by tragedy, by pain and so it’s inevitable that she becomes the wilderness’ favourite. a perfect victim for its antlers.
every things she does is in the wilderness is a means to escape. her mind closes in on her when she’s in one place for too long. the longer she’s there, the smaller the wilderness becomes; by S3 the air is so heavy she can’t breathe.
it’s not that she was expecting everything to be better back home, it was just that she needed out.
everytime she holds that gun, she’s reminded of her father. what he made her into, his abuse, his violence.
yes, the gun is a symbol of power / strength and it is freeing that she finally gets to be the one holding it (physically and metaphorically) but she will never be able to separate the gun from the image of her father, not even when the gun represents leadership and ability. her dad was a loaded gun. always ready to fire and kill, his very presence a threat, shouts that echoes in your mind forever.
when in the wilderness, lottie is free from her father and all the pain he inflicts, but for nat, her own is hiding around every corner.
uuuhhh i might write a fic that includes possession, a rarepair, and it features Nat’s religious trauma… do we… do we fuck with that? Actually I’m gonna write it anyways,