Crack Theory: Real Motive Behind “The Jenna Thing”
Alison meets Jenna for the first time before going to Noel’s Halloween party and sees that she’s going as Lady Gaga. This new girl who is beautiful as the same person she’ll be? Alison quickly makes sure she tells Jenna she’ll be Lady G and she has to go as someone else.
At the party, she notices Jenna not only didn’t listen to her but outshined her as Lady Gaga, making Alison look like some biker chick with a wig.
So, she tried to subtly let Jenna know who runs things in RW, offering her in a spot in her circle (this way, Jenna will always be under her)
But Jenna answers to no one.
Being boldly rejected, Alison begins the salt. Nobody rejects Alison.
And on top of all that…..Jenna was flirting with Emily…something Alison peeped immediately and wanted to shut down before anything even started
All of that wrapped up, in just one night, Alison was threatened by Jenna’s dominate presence, the possibility of she dethroning her, and Emily “her girl crush” becoming interested in someone new aka Alison’s real motive for “The Jenna Thing”. Toby “being a creep” was just a cover story in order for her to message to send Jenna.
When I was out with family yesterday, I was wearing this really nice jacket and all of a sudden, my brother turned to me and said “You know, with an outfit like this you should be playing transverse flute and lead a riflemen’s procession.”
I secretly lost my shit because just earlier that day I had thought of Gil playing the flute, so now I ended up drawing Gilbert wearing the jacket I wore~
“What you do has no point.”
Lance just bites his lip to stop the tears from being released.
“What do you want me to say?” Keith growls.
He’s shaking and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
“You know what? If you having nothing to say the you should keep your mouth shut.
Lance isn’t sure how much longer he can ignore the hateful words. He knows it’s not at him. Everyone’s has been on edge since Shiro’s disappearance, but he’s pretty sure that Keith has been directing all his anger at him.
At first Lance tried to be funny, keep his usual persona going…somebody had to keep the team normalcy going.
Sure it hurt a little, but Lance pretended it was part of his training regimen. Sometimes you have to take a few hits and it hurts. Keith’s hit were just verbal, and like training, sometimes the hits hurt, but the pain would go away…right?
“Keith… I know your mad cause this trail was another dead end…”
“Shut the Fuck up.”
“We’re going to find Shiro, it’s okay that…
“Shut the Fuck up.”
“Keith if you would just listen..!”
There is a red rage in Keith’s eyes.
“I said Shut the Fuck up! You know what? Do whatever the Fuck you want, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
“Keith, hear me out…”
He was returned with silence.
It didn’t make any sense, and Lance knew he was just angry, but the silence hurt more than the words.
“Keith, please listen to me. Tell me you can hear me.”
The silence definitely hurt more than the words.
The worst part about this mission, there was no Hunk or Coran to lightened the blow. They had both been so positive that they found where Shiro was held captive that they were going to do this on their own, which made Keith that much more angry.
Keeping his distance, Lance and blue followed Keith and red back to the castle.
The others were waiting expectantly but when Keith threw his helmet to the ground and stormed past the other Paladins, it didn’t take them long to look at Lance for some answers.
“Dude, You Okay? Were you crying?”
Lance blinks away the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He pauses when he remember Keith yelling at him earlier. He’s never felt like he needed to lie to Hunk, but the verbal abuse he had dealt with earlier lingered in Lance’s head.
“Lance, what happened?” Hunk asked again after Lance went silent mid sentence.
“We’re okay, Um… no Shiro. Sorry.”
“Dude, it’s okay I’m just glad your both safe.”
“Shut the fuck up…. Keep your mouth shut.”
Lance doesn’t say anything this time, just nods his head.
Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”
But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it.
To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy.
The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm.
A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat.
Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.
This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.
To the galaxy at large, there is nothing suspicious about the two women walking through the busy market street, each carrying a child on their hip, one dressed in faded indigo blue and the other in charcoal grey. They cover their hair and faces but this too is not unusual. They talk quietly to each other before the grey one purchases something from a shopkeeper’s stall. With a bow of her head she turns back to the other woman and hands over a small sachet of candied fruit wrapped in flimsi.
The children on their hips are delighted.
The women continue onwards, carefully meandering through the crowd, standing too close to be anything other than family but looking nothing alike. The blue garbed woman is petite and the occasional glimpse behind her protective scarf reveals a stunning beauty with delicate features and wide brown eyes framed by a loose brunette curls. She looks every inch the mother of the small young girl in her arms.
The grey woman is taller, sharper and there is an air of danger about her movements. Her eyes are blue with bits of green and grey and they are always watching, staring out at the world with lupine wariness. The boy on her hip has hair of golden wheat and his eyes are blue like the sky at noon. It is clear he is not hers and yet he clings to her just as tightly as any child would to its mother.
To the keen eye, they are a family unit and to the clever observer, they are a lady and her knight, on the run from the shadow always nipping at their heels.
“Luke and Leia are getting tired,” the brunette murmurs, reaching out with a soft hand to touch the shoulder of her auburn haired beloved. “Let’s go back to the ship.”
“We’re missing a part to the power coupler,” came the equally tired reply. “I would like to find a replacement sooner rather than later. Why don’t you three go back to the ship?”
“And give you the opportunity to slip away from us?” the smaller woman snorts, shaking her head and wrapping her hand around the other’s. “No. We’ll all find the power coupler or we’ll all return to the ship, Obi-Wan.”
“Not so loud,” Obi-Wan hisses as she looks back at the woman beside her. “We don’t know who’s listening.”
“No one is listening,” the brunette sighs and shifts her child on her hip, the girl yawning and snuggling closer as she chews on her candy. “Come. Let’s go back. You’re getting that look again.”
“And what look is that, Padme?” Obi-Wan sighs, turning her head to kiss Luke on the top of his head as he mumbles his agreement with his mother. “Do you have an exhaustive list of my Looks?”
“We thought about making one,” Padme chuckles softly, for a moment forgetting that “we” is plural and that the other person necessary to make the pronoun work was lost to them. “Please, my love, I’m tired and you look like you want to jump out of your skin. Let’s just head back and leave this place.”
Obi-Wan wants to leave but that power coupler will not handle another convoluted hyperspace jump. They have to stay long enough for her to get the part and replace it.
Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence. (fluff + humor)
taka has a habit of constantly talking about mondo. it doesn’t matter who it is, he’ll just rattle on about how mondo did this and mondo did that and he looked super cute when he was getting his hair trimmed the other day. he’s not doing it to be annoying, he just really loves his bf and wants everyone to know that.
anyways, one day byakuya (and toko cuz…yeah) is trying to eat breakfast but taka won’t stop talking about mondo’s new shoes, and Little Blonde Bitch suddenly says “god just…shut up! i’m surprised mondo is still putting up with someone as aggravating as you!” and taka starts tearing up then toko chimes in “besides, mondo will probably leave since you never put out for him. we all know that’s what he really wants.” and taka speed walks off in tears and hides in his room all day.
later, mondo starts worrying because where??? is his adorable beautiful boyfriend who normally visits him at this time?
so biker boy heads to Taka’s room and walks in without knocking (gasp) and taka is sprawled out on the bed surrounded by tissues and mondo is like “are you sick? baby what happened?” and taka suddenly lunges forward and starts kissing mondo, desperately and messily, even trying to rub all up on him and mondo pushes him off and asks “dude what the fuck are you doing?” and taka just stares and replies “isn’t this what you want?”
mondo, being the good bf he is, says “no. because i know you don’t want it. now tell me why you’re pullin’ this shit.” and taka whispers what byakya and toko said and starts bawling and blubbering “i love you so much mondo i’m sorry i’m so annoying and don’t “put out” enough i’m not comfortable with it yet just please don’t be mad i swear i-” and mondo shuts taka up by pulling the nerd on his lap and smothering him in cuddles and nose kisses, occasionally muttering “fuck them. i’m happy the way we are now. we ain’t gotta do anything you ain’t comfortable with. we got our whole lives ahead of us, ain’t no point in rushin shit”
then mondo lays down on the bed with taka and wraps the blanket around them both, whispering “i love you” until taka falls asleep