LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig
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‘blue eyed stare’ but it’s just allie lookin at u like dis
many people are trying hard to be invincible, and most of the time they fail invisible, while few find their spotlight. but the remarkable person is one, who can be both invincible and invisible at the same time. • by ink
allie looking at your muse Like This
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"Hold on," wait -- no, hold on, that was such a different life experience TK actually hadn't considered it was an option (he lifted a hand as though to wind them back a little) "you're saying you've never been admitted to a hospital?" What did they do with their mountains of not-medical debt? Forget that, what did they do with their - "Do you work in, like, a mattress factory?" Probably not. Industrial injuries were super common. "Do you sell bubbles for a living?"
her story crumbles immediately, whatever she had been saying falling to the floor in floaty tatters. “ what? ” she blinks, wide eyed and lost, half-forgotten where it had come from but eager to follow him anyway. “ oh, yeah! they’re, like, supes’ scary. i don’t ever wanna’ go to one. ” she can think of a dozen reasons why, blurred into stories her mother had told her. she shivers, as if touched by cold iron. “ bubbles?! i love bubbles! i don’t- i don’t think anyone should sell those! everyone should have bubbles! for, like, free! ”
can’t decide if allie wld always pick fuck or marry in fmk bc she is Such a lovebug and could never pick kill but also she has such a thing abt marriage i fear she would be playing that game like she was putting events into motion
“ ummm … ” she blinks, more surprise than alarm or like she’d been caught. she finds where he’s looking and breaks out into a beaming smile, just as amazed at his discovery as ever, the memory of finding the white and green button up having completely slipped away from her. “ oh my gosh, yeah! ” her giggles fill the air as she turns around, looking in the mirror she had been completely occupied with moments before, now looking at something entirely new. not that she can remember whatever it was before, this was so much more exciting. “ i look, like, just like you! ” allie turns to face him, her eyes alight with idea. “ oh, wait! ” she pulls a scrunchie from the little basket she had asked him to hold, tying her hair back into a low ponytail- and looping it, seeing as she had much more hair than he did -before gently tugging out her front strands. the fairy girl faces him, shining with something almost like pride. “ okay, look! now i, like, totes’ do! ” but, of course, she finds more things have escaped her. she probably needs more bracelets, and at least she has those. friendship brackets! in all of the colors of the world. “ oh! and i don’t have your super cool necklace! all of mine are, like, super, um, dainty and little. it’s- it’s like … it’s like if a charm bracket was a necklace! a charm necklace! ”
the mirror, again, getting a little distracted by some of the stickers and doodles she had put on it before she realizes another henry staple that she’s missed. this time, she pouts, almost fussing about the never ending flow of thoughts that pour out of her mouth the moment they appear to her. “ ‘cept i don’t think i can unbutton the shirt like you can, ‘cause my boobs are, like, right there. and i’ll get in trouble then! like, public decency? i don’t even get it. i’m decent! that just means nice! and, like, everyone thinks so! that’s the public! ” fretting over it a little more, messing with the hem of it and tying it at her waist. allie checks again in the mirror, looking from every angle she can. “ does this count? ” she asks, gaze moving to him and her smile comes back, just as bright as she finds that she can’t be upset looking at him. “ this is so silly! we’re twinning! i love you so much, like, forever and ever! ”
@lighthouseborn,He's had this look on his face for the last few minutes like something is strange that he can't quite put his finger on, complete with a bemused tilt to his head. Maybe a new perspective could explain it. Finally, something clicks- “Is that my shirt?”
storias asked:
happy pride