Challengers

i fucking loved this movie so much, like i wanted to jump into the screen and live in this chaotic, sweaty, romantic mess. but i also wanted to fuck scream at them. tashi. tashi is SO stronger than me. i would have made them both my boyfriends. just. imagine. two bisexual boyfriends who are also dating each other? dream life unlocked. i’d be lounging courtside, sipping something fancy, feeling validated every second. instead tashi handled it with grace, skill, and like… actual talent? goals. and men. men as always. taking years to solve something that a single conversation would have sorted in five minutes. every time i see that i die a little inside. chaotic energy but also very real. the energy. the tennis. the drama. the romance. every look, every touch, every messy conversation… chef’s kiss. i was living for it. i laughed. i swooned. i maybe gasped out loud at the audacity. the soundtrack? yes. yes. yes. AND i NEED a pathetic blond boy like art like it’s a fucking need!