after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy
And why I love her so much and she deserves the world.
First, let’s keep in mind that canonically Lena’sonly 24 years old, according to the show’s timeline.
Now, in season 2 Lena was in 12 episodes. During those episodes, she was in danger/manipulated/hurt (physically and emotionally) 37 times. Specifically, she almost died 8 times and in 5 of those times she was the target. She was hit once and knocked down and kidnapped twice.
Her own bother was the one behind the attempts against her life at the beginning . She was also constantly manipulated and lied to by her mother and later by her new mother figure/mentor. So it’s usually people close to her and people that she cares about who end up hurting her.
Let’s also remember that the events of season two happened in less than a year! I wonder how she seems so unfazed by all of her trauma. You would think she would at least have some kind of PTSD by now. Then again, this show hasn’t been great at tackling this subject.
Also, from what we’ve seen of season three this trend of her almost dying and getting hurt isn’t going to stop. What does she have to do to get a break?! I think it’s fair to say that Lena seriously needs a therapist and a bodyguard. Also all the love.
Let’s break down everything she’s been through (that we know) and who she is despite all of that. With gifs!
Before National City.
- Her biological mother died when she was four.
- Lionel lied to her and never told her he was her biological father.
- Was given the cold shoulder by Lillian and was
manipulated and reminded that she wasn’t a real Luthor.
- The brother she loved turned out to be evil.
- After her brother went to jail and she took over Luthor Corp her boyfriend at the time made her choose between him and her family’s company.
I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.)
“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”
The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.
It was definitely Yurio.
“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t engage,” he hissed.
Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.
“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.
“Puberty,” Georgi said.
Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.
Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”
He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.