im still so mad tho im mad about rizzles about swan queen about bering and wells about so many non-canon wlw ships because even tho we are starting to see more queer representation we still dont get slow burn relationships we get a few episode arc and then they hook up we dont get castle and beckett or booth and bones we dont get two characters finding a deep love over time we never get this we just get instant girlfriends or long term queerbaiting and im fucking sick of it im not satisfied with most canon wlw couples because they dont often get epic falling-in-love stories and i want that romantic shit
Everyone is mentioning different ships saying “this has all of that!” and they really don’t. Two or three episode angst isn’t a slow burn, really I don’t even call it a slow burn if they’re together by the end of the first season, but that’s all we ever get in these ships. Everyone claims it’s going to be a great slowburn and yet by two episodes in they’re always announcing their love for each other. Give me three to five seasons of “will they, won’t they” angsty looks, actual tension between them that grow with each season. Let them grow as friends first before introducing actual romance between them.
The first Jurassic World, but instead of the awkward hetero storyline and a dead Zara, the film diverges when Zara finds the boys just a little bit sooner, grabs them by the ears and drags them to a secure service corridor. She tells them exactly what they need to do to survive and get back to their parents (“shut the fuck up and do as I say”) and what not to do (“if you run away from me again so help me god I will leave the both of you here and you can find your own way off an island full of escaped dinosaurs”).
It is very firmly established that her primary motivation for staying alive is that she is GETTING MARRIED, and not even a horde of prehistoric monsters can stop her from getting to that goddamned altar. She has paid for the venue and the flowers and the cake has been commissioned by the best pastry chef in the country– she has guests flying in from a dozen countries, including her asshole father who has never left his hometown in his whole life, let alone crossed an ocean, so SHE WILL BE THERE NO MATTER WHAT.
And the kids and the audience assumes that it’s just the typical bride-zilla bullshit of having a fairytale wedding come true and be perfect, but you know what? It works. She and the kids survive.
Meanwhile, the film cuts to scenes of the military trying to scramble a response team. The coast guard will help survivors, but there’s also the question of what to do with the dinosaurs, and they are just itching to nuke the place from orbit, even before they get confirmation that the island has fully evacuated. But there’s a female officer who argues strongly against it, and being the only woman in the room, they and the audience dismiss her as the bleeding heart who can’t see the Bigger Picture. But she pushes for more evacuation teams rather than a strike, and eventually gets it after she offers to lead it herself. But it comes with a time limit and she has X number of hours to get as many people as she can off the island before they take drastic measures. Her strike team ends up being instrumental in protecting the fleeing park guests as they file onto the rescue boats, even if the people still in the interior (Zara, kids, annoying boss and her rando crush on the raptor wrangler) don’t even know they’re there.
But everyone gets off the island, and by the time they’re in the refugee center, the kids are fucking glued to Zara’s side because whatever her motivations, she’s a fucking badass with good instincts who stayed calm under intense pressure and knew the park layout better than the park director herself, and now in their traumatized brains Zara=safety. And then the Bleeding Heart shows up in full uniform, calling Zara’s name.
“ZARA!”
Zara and the kids and everyone in the vicinity all perk up, and Zara’s eyes go wide. “Fiona??”
They lock eyes, and start sprinting towards each other, and collide in a jumble of arms, and smiles and tears. The others stare in shock, and it takes a moment, but when Fiona and Zara share a passionate kiss, they realize that Fiona is Zara’s fiancee, and suddenly it all makes sense.
Only a lesbian who only just won the right to marry (and no guarantee she gets to KEEP that right) would be ‘survive the dinosaur apocalypse’ levels of determined to have a wedding.
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