Imagine Victoria Chase in her bedroom late at night past curfew, sitting under her duvet while wearing prescription hipster glasses and old-fashioned metal retainers. She’s clutching her glow-in-the-dark Blueberry action figure that lightly emits a glow on her face as she smiles and breathes heavily and nerdily after a long day of popularity and inner geek-suppression.
Why the hell doesn’t Tootie have fairy godparents?! She’s got Vicky to deal with everyday, she loves a boy that won’t love her back, I’m pretty sure she has no friends because of Vicky, and her parents won’t do anything because they’re scared. She deserves them way more than Timmy. And she’s way more responsible!