Reading that last ask and I do think if Dennis or Mac or Charlie said that they are likely to get parkinson's disease, fandom would have been more worried and there would have been more posts and meta about it. Like wheres the weird woobifying posts going "the writers better not hurt my innocent trash baby" for dee? I know that would have happened for the others. I mean if we are going to woobify these characters, Dee has to be woobified too, not just the boys. I believe in equality! lol
ghkldsjf yupp!!! like where’s the angsty dee fic? the endless trans dee headcanons? the mental health headcanons?
i honestly am like 100% confident saying dee is not going to have parkinson’s esp bc it’s (afaik) genetic and dennis would most likely have it too, and i can’t imagine in a 100 years the writers/rcg would decide to take the show in that direction, even if dennis didn’t also have it. but like yea there’s not been a ton of discussion of it, and i do think it warrants discussion.
i will say this though: not to say the fandom doesn’t overlook dee, but i think at least part of that is the writers’ fault, too. like, if you really like dee, a lot of the time you really have to Work to find things about her besides “she’s a bird”. bc of the way she’s been written, if we made a list of like the traits each main character is most known for (i mean in general not just in the tumblr fandom), it’d probably go something like
right? and like, i feel like dee’s most recognizable features are more about how the rest of the gang treats her than her own characteristics, and i’d say that’s the fault of the writers as well as the fans.
her other biggest traits are her aspirations of being a comedian/actress, which is great and something i’ve always liked about dee (other than her awful racist characters obvs), but the writers will go whole seasons barely ever mentioning that stuff whereas i feel like the rest of the gang’s Big Personality Traits are mentioned multiple times every season.
idk i’m rambling again i hope this makes sense, but i think it contributes to how dee gets ignored bc she’s kinda written in a way that is brilliant Sometimes, but sometimes it’s just inconsistent. kaitlin makes up for the spotty characterization with great performances in like every episode, and that’s probs what a lot of people love about dee, the writers just need to stop dropping the ball and give dee more depth.
i s2g we know more about frank’s back story than we do about dee’s.
anyway caveat as per usual: this is just my onion on the matter, thanks for listening :’)
Cynthia, don’t even start with me. We all know that the cookies you “baked” for the PTA bake sale were actually store bought, and guess what? They tasted like trash. You’re always late to Yoga class on Tuesdays at 3:00-4:00 PM and you look like a flailing turtle when you go in Standing Tree position. You dress like a teen girl who just discovered Claire’s and your son is bad at soccer, so don’t even go there, Cynthia.
this is it, the last remaining pieces of you narrowed down to a box, sealed shut. you’re going to look at these things, and maybe you wont remember the things I did. maybe you’ll look at them and they’ll be just that, things, they wont mean anything to you, they will have no special attachments. so i’m giving them back, and they can finally be just that, things and nothing more. do what you want with them, burn them, throw them away, i just don’t want to have them in my life anymore. once you have these few remaining pictures, that’s it, i will no longer have anyway to retrieve them. i have deleted any traces of them through multiple phones. over the years things started to disappear and i let them, but some things i made sure i didn’t lose. there was a card that i threw away, one that said you’d always love me. it’s not a lie, but it’s no longer the truth. that one was hard to part with. i should have sent it back and asked why you even wrote that but instead i threw it in the trash where it will go to nothing but rot, a piece of you and me. so what’s left? a few books that i don’t want on my bookshelf because the only reason i had read them was for you and i don’t want to see their spines, still in good condition with the pages yellowing and collecting dust. they deserve something different. donate them. so someone else’s hands may touch them and these books can have a new story. i never wore that flower in my hair again, not after wearing it out with you. every time i clipped it in, i thought of you, so i always ended up second guessing myself. i would pull it out, clip it back onto my cork board where i always knew that it would be safe. there’s two tags from the new orleans museum of art. do you remember that day? we were standing in an exhibit, i wish i hadn’t forgotten the name, it was about a young man in a gang, but the pictures depicted so much more than that and his life after. you were reading all of the descriptions under each photo, but i, i was looking at you, and i remember this overwhelming feeling of how much i loved you in that exact moment. it’s been almost three years but i still remember your plaid shirt, how you stood under a ceiling light with your hands in your pockets, your back not perfectly straight. i hate that i remember those details, that i created my own museum for them. you’ll find a ticket stub for the zoo. god it was so hot, we always say each other during the summer months. sometimes when it’s muggy i remember those days. maybe i remember the park bench, maybe i remember the candy apples, your smile, the way that my hand felt in yours, maybe i remember you sitting there in the mornings on your phone while you waited for me, maybe i remember the way you had looked at me like i was someone important. maybe i remember the time that you pulled me close and danced with me, singing lowly into my ear and just that feeling of knowing that you didn’t care that there were people looking. maybe i remember all of the stuff that i said i didn’t. so please take them, take the remnants, take the memories, take all of it.