Girl, I've been reading so much swanqueen fanfiction that when I watch the show, I'm confused as to why they aren't kissing already😂😂
I LITERALLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU SENT ME THIS—
BESTIE— ME 👏🏼 TOO 👏🏼
I’m almost to the end of season three, and at this point I’m just. There’s literally no heterosexual explanation for their actions. There just isn’t. And the eye contact. And.
I swear someone on the creative team MUST have been pushing for it to be canon because the holds on their faces, the SCRIPT, the editing— they made space for so much loaded eye contact and so much flirting/arguing. This show has so much fucking plot to dredge through and they’re spending an extra four seconds doing a slow push in on Regina’s face after she tells Emma to meet her in her vault and Emma agrees??? THIS IS NOT HETEROSEXUAL BEHAVIOR. MA’AM. IT IS VERY GAY TO STARE AT A LADY THAT DEEPLY FOR FOUR WHOLE SECONDS
Anyway this is fine everything is fine I’m being very relaxed and normal about this entire thing I’m fine
(Also if you have any fic recs, I will gladly devour all of them 🙈)
I hope that wherever you are, you’re shining down on your baby with so much love. And that you can feel every ounce of love he has for you. Happy Mother’s Day, Naya.
Now: it should count the most, but we often forget this and think about what was or will be. Because of this, moments that are beautiful escape. But how can we enforce carpe diem when we still have to embrace something?
Ahead of me: I hope to lighten up a little, because I still don't understand much of this world. Although I also accept the possibility that 'not knowing' is a permanent state of mind. It takes a lot of courage to say to ourselves "I don't know".
The moment of glory: is when you find out you've been cast. Then you can be happy. Then there is work, and there are various moments, some very positive, but hardly glorious. Awards or accolades primarily drive prosperity, but it's always a nice feeling to get an award, isn't it?
My city, and there it is: some moron honking and shouting, someone counting change on a bench, the police are scaring people everywhere, smog is suffocating, no one can afford a flat, and no one is looking after the whole mess. Happy those who chant "Legia" while zigzagging at night. Then spring comes and everything looks different and better. They don't honk so much any more, it's not so grey any more. Then you can walk around the city aimlessly for hours. It's a very inspiring occupation.
Day or night? It blends together. You get up at night, go to bed in the afternoon. Or you stay up all night to work during the day, and so on for a few days, only to get up again at six in the morning. The film is dependent on the weather, exposure and shooting permits, and I am dependent on the film.
As a child: everything seems simple. Maybe it's simple. Growing up is a process of forgetting. Maybe children know the secrets of the world and it is they who should be listened to most attentively? Everything that follows is an unpleasant consequence of being born, so we often return with our thoughts to the country of childhood, because there is a secret written there, there we were probably "more knowing".