Happy International Women’s Day!
Me after episode 5 of The Last of Us
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You think we’re ever gonna see each other after tonight?
I think we’ll see each other in 15 years.
A League of Their Own (2022–)
#I don’t know HOW much of this scene was improvised but its construction and execution are so fucking good it boggles the mind #you get the sense that the whole arc of the scene is simply to get Greta to the point of vulnerability and courage #where she can suggest a long-term future with Carson in some fashion #and they get there by joking about their futures if they went their separate ways and stayed the same people they might be #had they not met and changed each other #Carson the plain housewife with her kids and her husband #Greta the bombshell living a life of glamour and notoriety #casting each other back into the versions of themselves that they think wouldn’t be able to have a future together #until Carson inserts herself in Greta’s in the SMALLEST OF WAYS #the most SELF DEPRECATING of ways #ripping a little hole in this mock fantasy and allowing a little sincerity in #and it’s enough to spur Greta to tear down the entire ruse and lay her lil wounded heart bare and on the line #so that maybe their futures could be together. maybe the impossible could become reality if she’s brave enough to say it aloud #maybe she can have some say about what may be. #and
Carson isn’t the housewife and she’s not the ingenue and instead they
are simply ballplayers in love who choose a future together #it’s such a huge moment but it’s executed so quietly and carefully and with PALPABLE wistfulness #it’s a lot. #A League of Their Own TV #Carson and Greta (via @drshebloggo)
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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It’s like warm bread with butter. Kind of just, like, nice, you know? But with her it’s… Have you ever had pizza?
A League of Their Own (2022–)
