It’s almost here! Tomorrow we get the first five episodes of the final season of Young Royals! I don’t know if I’m ready, but I don’t know if I ever will be.
I want to be able to do one of those beautiful, descriptive posts about how I found the show for the first time, and what I felt like watching it. The kind of post that transports you back to that first moment of realizing something
matters to you, that you’ve fallen in love with it a little bit or even a lot.
I don’t know if I have that post in me, today. In part because work has swamped me with paperwork and preparation for classes, in part because it’s daylight savings time, in part because the hormones are doing things and I feel a bit like a wrung-out washcloth right now. Attempting such eloquence in these times isn’t always easy, and even if I manage it, it isn’t always authentic. On Friday night, I could feel my capacity to speak was pretty diminished overall, so I’ve been spending the weekend trying to rest up enough that I can hold onto that.
There’s also a part of me that wants to talk about how watching Young Royals has become important to me, but that’s not half so important to me as
doing Young Royals. Some of this doing involves actual life stuff, like how connecting with Sara Eriksson’s character gave me the confidence to finally get the AuDHD diagnosis I missed in childhood. Or the way Young Royals drove my interest in looking at nuance and justice and flawed characters as part of my MFA research.
But there’s also the usual fandom things, like talking about theories, and making friends. Getting to connect with
sillyunicorn6154 and
margotdanslebois and some other, safer people on the other site. Getting to send post cards to one of my friends on the other site. (I miss sending post cards.) Getting to know
starvalisedham here. Getting to read sflow’s fanfics and talk to them about their work. Getting to be a beta reader for BriseisGotAway with Freedom Drafted and talk a lot about how individual lines and voice and dialogue work. I loved doing that!
And then there’s writing my own fics, and deepening my already existing friendship with
heliza24 and knowing that we have become better writing partners over time. We really created something special when we wrote
Heart and Homeland. I know it made me a better writer, and that it made me try things I wasn’t bold enough to do. We’re still going to finish our epilogue chapters—we’ve plotted it all out and have been writing our final scenes—but I know I need season 3 as that final nudge to get me over the finish line. I am planning a longer retrospective post when Heart and Homeland is done that goes into all of this, so I’m saving my words for that moment. In the meantime, know that my heart is full with the joy that creating that story has brought me.
Now, as for season 3? I find that I’m going into the new season with a lot of hope and curiosity. I don’t really want to say what the curiosity or hope is
about because it changes, and I find I want different things for different characters by the hour. I also find that I’m going into it with a feeling of yearning or longing for something impossible in the past, or in an alternate universe. Or maybe it’s a different feeling, one of those ones they label with non-English words like hiraeth or saudade. It’s a feeling that’s heavy in my stomach, and perhaps a cousin of grief. Whatever happens, though, I’m glad Lisa pulled us along into her story and that we get to see the end she envisioned for it. As someone who almost has my MFA in youth lit, I’m so interested to see what this show contributes to the tradition of writing about teenage characters. I know a lot of people who don’t watch Young Royals, and admittedly I imagine that after season 3 drops, they will still not have watched it. But I also imagine that ten years from now, we will be seeing the influence of YR in so many new works.
Too many emotions and not enough eloquence? Perhaps. This is really just word salad at this point. We’ll see what new feelings and ideas season 3 brings up in me.