#teresa agnes is a love and hate relationship for me

[massiveladycat]

SAY IT LOUDER

“we need more complex characters” u couldn’t even handle teresa agnes.

[www-neverlandsweirdo]

It seemed like it had been years since my best friend Newt fell in love with my close friend (Y/N).I have known her since I was new to the high school when she and Newt showed me around.It had only been a month or two ago when Newt told me all about his huge crush on her.I couldn't blame him.Shes pretty,She's funny,She's smart,She's nice and she likes the same movies as us.What else could anyone possibly want when it comes to girls?

She's the best friend anyone could ever ask for.She introduced me to Minho and even had to flirt with him for a while until he would let me be on the track team.After that she tried to set me up with Teresa Agnes,a girl that I think may have gone to my old school.She liked me back then too.I explained to (Y/N) that I was fine and wasn't interested in anyone.I had tried to talk Newt out of asking (Y/N) out and then the next week I had tried to talk (Y/N) out of asking him out.The guilt eventually built up when I realized that I was keeping my two best friends from being happy.It took a while for me to realize.

It was a Saturday afternoon when (Y/N) and I were supposed to be doing homework when she layed down on my bed and started ranting. "Dont you love when the person you've liked since you were 14 wont reply to your texts and you will never get married or be in love or be happy because your the only one that can stand yourself because you're no one's type?"She had grumbled into my pillow.It sounded like she was talking about me,but I couldn't stand to know that she felt this way about herself.It took me a while to answer her. "You're my type,just way out of my league."I laughed,trying to cover that I was telling the truth.She had stared at me with raised eyebrows and a confused face.

She looked at me for a while.It must've been weird for her to listen to her best friend confess his love for her while she confessed her love for my best friend. I pretended I didn't say anything and told her to ask Newt out.That was the day I finally understood.They were meant for each other. (Y/N) was the only girl for Newt and Newt was the only boy for her.I can still remember almost crying on New Years Eve when I found out from Teresa that they had kissed at midnight.Then Teresa kissed me.I remember it feeling so wrong.I remember wanting to just jump off the roof then and there.

My crush was in love with my best friend and a girl I didn't like had kissed me.I didn't understand why she didn't love me back.I hated when they would invite me on dates just to make me feel included.She always wanted me to be happy and I could never say no to her.Even the dumbest things with her.Whether it was making sure we were in the same group in gym or when she invited me to a sleepover at Newt's house.

We made a huge blanket fort with Christmas lights and watched as many Disney movies as we possibly could.Newt had fallen asleep really quick and (Y/N) was still awake at three in the morning.She insisted that she couldn't go to sleep until four in the morning because if she went to sleep during the hour of three that something bad would happen.I remember her wearing my old batman onesie that was too small for me and I could remember thinking how cute she looked in it.

She was more of a marvel person but she loved onesies and would never decline the offer.We had talked quitely for the whole hour about anything and everything.Which type of cake was best,how she hated seltzer water and wanted to live in Italy.The second the clock hit four she was reday to sleep.I remember her thanking me for staying up with her and kissing me on the cheek.I had thought about the soft meaningless kiss for a while after that,wondering why I felt that way and why I couldnt get over it or move on.I was mad at myself for not liking Teresa.

I was mad at Newt for being with (Y/N) and I was mad at Teresa for liking me.But I couldnt be mad at (Y/N).I had tried real hard but it never worked.That had been five years ago,we were just silly teenagers then.When we graduated Newt had proposed and she said yes.I never told anyone that I was in love with her.In all honesty I hadnt expected their relationship to last so long.Newt wasnt completely mentally stable and (Y/N) was far too energetic and giggly for him.But they had lasted,strong and happy.I

 was a real dick,hoping every single day that i’d find (Y/N) crying about their break up and her broken heart so I could be there to pick up the pieces and put them back together again.Yesterday I was his best man.I shouldve objected to the wedding when I had the chance or at least tried to stop Newt from proposing.I watched sadly as she walked down the isle,wearing the most brilliant dress i've ever seen.Newt’s eyes were watery and he was a blushing mess and I was too.She seemed nervous with everyone looking at her.She had made jokes about it when we were younger,how her biggest fear was falling on her wedding day.She was so gorgeous with her white princess like dress and crown of flower.Teresa was the maid of honor,watching (Y/N) as she walked.I dont think I can ever stop loving her,even if I meet someone else part of me will always be owned by the (Y/H/C).I’ll forever love (Y/N),Shes just out of my league.

[motherwitch]

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NAME: hannah! STAR SIGN: cancer, I have no idea beyond that HEIGHT: 5′0-5′1ish, I’m not sure which WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? teresa after my mom’s favorite sister lmao PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

don’t sleep in the subway / petula clark.

stayin’ alive / bee gees.

do-re-mi / julie andrews.

reach out of the darkness / friend & lover.

i’ll follow the sun / the beatles.

rocky raccoon / the beatles.

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? never. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? years ago playing just dance on the wii. WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? agnes moorehead, orson welles, joseph cotten. the holy mercury theatre trinity amen. WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? scratching. if you itch your bug bite near me I might burst into tears. I love the sound of seagulls, I grew up by the water and it brings back good memories. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? yes! HOW ABOUT ALIENS? yes! DO YOU DRIVE? i’m working on it, I just finally got my permit. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? no thank god. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? the doctor and the diva by adrienne mcdonnell. i’ve also been in the slow process of reading outlander since christmas since i’ve been so busy.  DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? as a kid i loved it but now it makes me feel kind of sick. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? magnificent obsession (1954).  WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? I am an overly cautious person so I’ve never been hurt too badly. I burned myself on a pan when I was 7 and I still have the scar, that might be it.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? old hollywood as always, with agnes moorehead at the forefront. DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? yes. i am never vocal about it but i don’t forget easily. IN A RELATIONSHIP? no, i’m starting my career as a spinster early.

[its-just-like-the-movies]

Supporting Actress Smackdown, 1944

Hiya folks! Here we went just a few days ago, with a vintage I’m more or less cool with, given my support to four of the performances and three of the films. I’m happy that I got quoted as the reader comment for Jennifer Jones, and that my personal choice of Ethel Barrymore got runner-up from a panel whose points of view I agreed with completely, even if I liked her more than Mark Harris did. The Lansbury win doesn’t make a ton of sense to me, but I get that she’s operating on a wavelength I just am not on myself. Anyways, here’s my ballot and some other actresses I thought were doing work at a level worth discussing, in films I really enjoyed.

The Nominees

Ethel Barrymore, None But The Lonely Heart: A tough performance to judge, as Barrymore is complicit in her film’s unusually ability of hitting home emotional impact even while its seams are flying in the wind. Early scenes of her gliding through scenes like she could bust an iceberg tell us everything we need to know about this woman, as does her palpable warmth for her son mixed with anxiety about his wayward lifestyle. If her ultimate trajectory to ruin is known the moment she looks up at the smuggler in her shop, Barrymore imbues Ma Mott’s decision with poignant want. But if the majority of her characterization feels only marginally more challenging than that of her fellow nominees, her last, humiliating burst of regret in jail is enough to make her film’s stakes come to live in an utterly potent way. The best asset her film can boast, and easily the best in her lineup. (Four Hearts)

Jennifer Jones, Since You Went Away: I was initially resistant to the performance, given how she’s basically the co-lead, and that everyone on and off screen clearly doted on her angelic face. Hers is radiant Goodness, and though I never stopped wondering about Teresa Wright would’ve done in the role, Jones carries herself with an impressive amount of star charisma. She’s magnetic courting Bill, and though her sadness isn’t as gripping as Claudette Colbert’s, she functions beautifully in her scenes with the whole family, and her confrontation with Agnes Moorehead’s condescending snob lingers. Effortlessness by way of little challenge, sure, but she works wonderfully. (Three Hearts)

Angela Lansbury, Gaslight: In a film that traffics on delineating the breakdown of its leading lady and growing monstrosity of her husband, Lansbury’s underplaying reads as having not made enough decisions about Nancy. Her crush on Gregory and punk attitude lands, but it’s unclear if she’s allied to one spouse or the other, or if she’s avoiding sides altogether. Gaslight works best at its most operatic, and Lansbury hasn’t committed to a take on her character or the register of the film. You see what’s missing more than what’s there. (One Heart)

Aline McMahon, Dragon Seed: There’s a lot of posturing and measured reactions running around Dragon Seed, on all fronts. Even without all that stiffness around her, McMahon’s ease feels fresh and spontaneous. You feel her adherence to old ways, the full partnership she has with her husband, and the care she shows her family, with more sincerity and less hot air than her costars. And physically compelling too, doing little business like folding clothes while she acts or in the background of so many of her scenes. Maybe not special, but McMahon’s nameless wife is the only character I truly enjoyed spending time with. (Three Hearts)

Agnes Moorehead, Mrs. Parkington: The whole film fizzles like froth from an expired cherry coke, but Moorehead is in the right groove for giving a surprisingly game, fruity performance the moment she arrives. You can see her having fun with her French accent, her outfits, with lines about proper, nonsensical social customs she probably believes in less than we do, making Greer Garson come alive in a way no one else does. Surely she has the least to do out of all the nominees, but she registers as more of person than anyone in her dreck of a film. Best of all, the way she somehow telegraphs “No, you magnificent, clueless, heterosexual Greer, *you* were the one I was in love with this whole time”. (Three Hearts)

Other Possibilities

Dorothy Adams, Laura: As the only person whose reactions to Laura’s murder isn’t completely self-serving, Adams’s piss and vinegar are surprisingly affecting. I love how shifty she is in her interview with McPherson, even as she angrily insists on Laura’s dignity from beyond the grave in spite of any “libels” he may publish. Her reaction to finding her mistress alive and well is as potent as her happiness during the party, and her own wail of anguish as Laura is suddenly arrested. Quick, effective character work and a startling well of anger from an unlikely source.

Judith Anderson, Laura: Perhaps the least deluded of the film’s many suspects, or at least the one most candid about her unhealthy wants. Her sad, naked longing for Shelby in every scene, from physical contact to her devoted gaze, is only kept from being something pathetic by way of Anderson’s constant poise. Those last confessions about the nature of her relationship with Shelby, to McPherson and to Laura, are startling for how insouciant, shrewd, and disheartening her delivery is. She knows Shelby isn’t much, that she isn’t much more than he is, and in whatever way they add up, it’s enough.

Josephine Hull, Arsenic & Old Lace: Unlike everyone else in Arsenic & Old Lace, Hull doesn’t work too hard to sell her character as off her rocker. If anything, her calm demeanor makes her seem only more comedically unsettling once the corpse is out of the window seat, especially next to the ham of co-sister Jean Adair. Her touch is light, her affect is believable, and in a film that strains as hard as this one does for “eccentric”, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Diana Lynn, The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek: The first of two stellar performances from young actresses, Diana Lynn contributes a hilarious, intelligent, completely un-precious characterization to this madcap feature. Burning through her lines like she’s trying to patent Rory Gilmore, Lynn’s Emmy emerges as the only person in the town of Morgan’s Creek with any chill whatsoever, and the only one with a solid head on her shoulders as she tries to cool down her wildly emotionally family members. Funny, whip smart, and just as captivating watching every explode as her castmates are at exploding. You can trace a line from her to Gaby Hoffmann’s worn and warm best friend in Obvious Child with ease, and with company like that, you’re aces in my book.

Dena Penn, Days of Glory: In the abstract, it’s fair to wonder what a child is doing in a guerilla camp. But as soon as we meet Olga, making soup for the team and waiting for her brother to stop standing at attention so she can hug the daylights out of him, Penn displays real maturity and mettle in a character that all but demands it. Emerging as the platonic standard for warrior charisma and Russian femininity that Tamara Toumanova’s new recruit is measured up against, she’s as arresting to watch turning her pot of soup into a weapon as she is reacting to bad news and condolences in close-up. In every way Days of Glory outstriped my expectations, and Penn’s performance emblematizes how fully and surprisingly accomplished her film is.

Dame May Whitty, Gaslight: As the nosy, murder-obsessed neighbor flitting about Gaslight’s edges, Whitty is a fairly welcome presence. Having not been captivated by her Oscar-nominated turn in Mrs. Miniver, it’s fun to see her deployed in such a kooky, gossipy role compared to the haughty Dame I’d previously seen. Not a revelation per se, but she acquits herself better than Lansbury does, and I’d love to see her in the Adair role in Arsenic & Old Lace.

And lastly, a sweeping tribute to....

The women of Meet Me in St. Louis:

The casting director should already be applauded for creating a family that looks so related to each other, as should the stylists for helping to close any gaps. Judy Garland is the unquestionable centerpiece of the film but also the standout of a marvelous ensemble, all of whom make the most of their scenes and stay utterly responsive in reaction shots. Juvenile Oscar winner Margaret O’Brien is precocious and childishly (obvs) performative with her character’s wild stories, and has one of the most believable crying scenes I’ve ever witnessed. Joan Carroll has a wonderful rapport with O’Brien as her slightly older sister. Lucille Bremer, who may have the least to do as the oldest Smith sister, is captivating in the film’s smallest arc, as is Mary Astor in a touching duet with her husband after learning about a massive upheaval for the family. In some ways I was most surprised by Marjorie Maine, hovering on the sidelines as the tart, game maid of the Smith family, whose absence is deeply felt in the film’s last half hour. Everyone crafts legible, feeling characters, for which director Vincent Minelli must deserve some credit. But if Garland seems the most obviously irreplaceable, I’d hate to think of what Meet Me in St. Louis would look like without any of its actresses on board.

So there you have it! I really wish I could’ve gotten to Ann Shirley in Murder, My Sweet or Jessica Tandy in The Seventh Cross, but school held me up. This is the last one until they get to 2017, but after that it’s retrospectives of 1994 and 1970. Guess who’s already looking at films to (re)watch from those years? Have a good one, guys! Hopefully this won’t be my only post for this month! (winky face w/ finger guns emoji) Bye!