#A League of Their Own TV

[maliwart]

#repostober Day 18

This show was so gay

[laguna-lesbian]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

Without further ado... allow me to present...

CARSON SHAW HAS AUTISM YOUR HONOUR

The highly anticipated Powerpoint...

If theres any issues with the link lmk!

I added wee voice notes to each slide - I'd highly recommend listening to them

Yes, it is intentionally hideous

If anyone has anything to add please feel free

@jenna-louise-coleman - figured I'd tag u since u asked abt it, hope thats okay lmao x

[jenniferleecopping]

favourite relationships as screencap redraws

[spiritintheteapot]

Happy Halloween from a two-person league of our own! 🍑 ⚾️ 🏳️‍🌈

My girlfriend @samwisestouthearted and I have been loving A League Of Their Own (TV 2022), so we went all out and did a Halloween cosplay photoshoot about it. There are a surprising number of ball fields in our city, but we only needed our first choice of location, it was so pretty there!

We are not any particular Peaches:

Me: We can be, like, the players who don’t start, what are they called? My wise baseball butch: Reserves? Me: Yeah. Peach pReserves 🥰🍑

The bi pride baseball bag in the background there is Emory Larson’s “Swinging Both Ways, Batting at 100% Tote Bag” on Redbubble.

Have fun, and remember: There’s no crying in Halloween!

[drshebloggo]

If there are any talented gifmakers looking for some ALOTO gifset ideas, I put these humble suggestions out into the universe, courtesy of my most recent rewatch:

Carson’s “What is romance really?” (1x01, about Pride & Prejudice) followed by every swoony romance moment she experiences with Greta

Jo, Greta, and Carson as a trio at the beginning of their baseball journey (either their first meeting or arriving at Baker Field) and Jo, Greta, and Carson as a trio at the very end of their baseball journey (rounding the bases together)

Shirley + *prolonged gasp*

Greta + baseball

Jess + Spanish

Carson + encouragement: “You’re allowed to want things” to Greta, “Now throw one as you” to Max, telling Lupe she doesn’t have to throw Dove’s pitch but her own (Carson encouraging others to be themselves when she’s on the self-discovery journey of a lifetime is... a lot)

Clance + mythmaking as a form of support: Lieutenant Victory, Super Maxima

Greta’s biting “WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO, ARE YOU GONNA...” - 1) chase the postman across Chicago? 2) come to California with me like you said? 3) invite Charlie into the locker room next?

Carson admiring her new haircut in the reflection of the shopfront, Max seeing herself in a suit for the first time

Y’know what, just Max + OUTFITS

[carsonshawl]

ALOTO FANFIC - And They Were Roommates

Summary:

Jess likes to think of herself as a good roommate. Greta definitely lucked out on the roommate assignment. Jess is tidy enough, she always has snacks (and she’s prepared to share), she doesn’t snore, and she doesn’t have any weird items she’s brought with her like Shirley’s multiple humidifiers.

Greta’s also a pretty good roommate. She keeps her mess contained to her chair, almost never snores, shares all of her things; including her cigarettes, and she does Jess’s makeup whenever they’re expected to look like “real” women.

Now, it’s the Peaches second season and Jess is about ready to rescind every nice thing she’s ever said about Greta.

(aka. Greta steals the room to hook up with Carson and Jess is sick of it.)

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Jess likes to think of herself as a good roommate. Greta definitely lucked out on the roommate assignment. Jess is tidy enough, she always has snacks (and she’s prepared to share), she doesn’t snore, and she doesn’t have any weird items she’s brought with her like Shirley’s multiple humidifiers.

Greta’s also a pretty good roommate. She keeps her mess contained to her chair, almost never snores, shares all of her things; including her cigarettes, and she does Jess’s makeup whenever they’re expected to look like “real” women.

It also helps that Greta’s gay. Jess can imagine how stressful it must have been for Carson to room with Shirley back when she was homophobic. It was nice to know that Greta was safe for Jess, even if at the time, Greta didn’t know that Jess knew.

Now, it’s the Peaches second season and Jess is about ready to rescind every nice thing she’s ever said about Greta.

It’s a Friday night, a few hours past curfew. They all went out together a lot in the first few weeks, celebrating being back and getting to know all the new members. They’d needed to replace Jo and they’d lost a couple team members to the newly formed National Girls Baseball League.

Now it’s the third week back and everyone is content to do their own thing again. Greta spends most of her free time with Carson, obviously thrilled that the husband is no more. Jess spends most of her nights out at bars, usually with Lupe.

Jess and Greta have an agreement that the bedroom is available for two hours on the nights Jess goes out. She’s often out longer than that, but if she comes home early she wants her room.

Tonight she was out for five hours. She had drinks with Lupe and a couple of girls. Then she spent some time alone with one of the Comets.

Carson had plenty of time to get out.

But she hasn’t. Greta’s gold chain necklace is hanging around the doorknob, their subtle signal that the room is “in use”. Jess is really hoping Greta just forgot to remove it, but when she presses her ear to the door she can hear quiet laughing.

Greta’s really losing points as a roommate.

Jess slips down the stairs to the living room. She would have stomped down the stairs, hoping Greta got the hint, but it is the middle of the night. She kicks off her shoes and camps out on the couch.

Jess wakes up with the feeling that she’s being watched. When she opens her eyes she sees Maybelle leaning over her.

“Morning, sunshine,” says Maybelle, far too cheerfully in Jess’s opinion. “Did you sleep on the couch all night?”

Jess nods and makes a face, “my bedroom was otherwise occupied.”

“Ahhhh,” Maybelle nods in understanding, “the not-so-secret lovers.”

“Yeah, those assholes.”

~

The Peaches had finished their final home game against the Colleens earlier that day and for once, Jess is planning on having a quiet night in. After dinner is finished, she retreats to her room to read the book Carson had recommended for her. She makes it 30 pages before her night is ruined.

Carson walks in. She’s dressed for a night in, still wearing the jeans she’s had on all day. Carson has put her green sweater over her shirt and Jess, unfortunately, knows that Greta loves that sweater on Carson. It’s the first warning sign.

Greta smiles up at Carson from her spot on her own bed. She had been lying on her stomach reading a magazine but now she sits up against the headboard and makes room beside her. Jess hears Greta pat the bed and Carson slots in beside her.

Greta and Carson sit on Greta’s bed and share her magazine. Everything is fine. But, then the whispering starts. And, then there’s giggling. And then Carson whispers, “Greta, stop,” in a tone of voice that suggests she doesn’t want her to stop at all.

“Jess,” says Greta in her sweetest voice. She puts her magazine on her bedside table and leans over Carson to look at Jess.

“What?”

Jess isn’t amused at all.

“Are you planning on going out tonight?”

Jess refuses to look at Greta. She knows that Greta will pout when she says no. Carson will look like a kicked puppy even though she doesn’t mean to, it’s just her face.

“No.”

“Please, Jess,” begs Greta.

Jess absolutely hates her. She also loves her, though, so she feels her resolve slipping.

“Why can’t you sneak off to wherever you used to go?” Jess asks. They managed to successfully sneak around for months last season.

“It’s so much nicer here,” says Greta in her sweet voice, “and it’s a lot safer,” she says, her voice serious this time. She knows that Jess will sympathise.

“Fine,” grumbles Jess. She has such a soft spot for their stupid relationship.

She had wanted a night in, but Jess makes the most of her night out. A couple of locals buy her drinks, and she spends a few hours with the Colleens pitcher. So all-in-all it’s not a total loss.

When Jess returns home, there’s no necklace on the doorknob and only gentle snores from inside. After using the bathroom, she’s careful not to make a noise as she enters and changes for bed. The curtains are open and in the gentle light she can see two lumps in Greta’s bed. Jess doesn’t mind the extra roommate, she likes Carson. She also found it very entertaining when they spent months making excuses to sneak around, thinking Jess didn’t know. They’re just very inconsiderate when it comes to Jess’s space.

Carson will be gone in the morning, though. She always is.

~

Tomorrow is the start of a string of games against the Daisies, and Jess is determined to get a good night's sleep for once. She’s not planning on going out to a bar, even if there’ll be some Daisies looking to find an outlet for their pre-game nerves. Instead, Jess accompanies most of the team to see some movie about an English lady falling in love with a French pirate. Carson and Greta don’t join.

When the group arrives home, most of them head up to bed. Jess isn’t surprised to see the gold chain on her doorknob. She heads down to the living room and makes herself comfortable on the couch with a book.

Jess is a quarter of the way through the book when Beverly comes downstairs. She’s dressed in a robe, with her hair done up for bed. She looks into the living room, obviously surprised to see Jess awake.

“Miss McCready, what are you still doing awake?” asks Beverly. It sounds like more of a reprimand than a question.

Oh how Jess wants to blame Greta. She’s pretty sure Beverly wouldn’t bat an eye, probably already knowing about Greta and Carson. And, last season Beverly had given Jess a pretty big hint about being queer herself. Jess doesn’t say anything though, just in case. At the very least she’s saving Greta and Carson from an awkward telling off.

“Just winding down before bed, Bev,” Jess lies, “I had too much energy to sleep.” Beverly makes a disapproving noise. Because of Jess’s answer, and probably in part because of the nickname.

“Very well, Miss Mccready. Don’t stay up too late, it’s a big game tomorrow.”

Jess salutes and Beverly leaves, shaking her head as she goes.

Half an hour later, Greta comes down the stairs, dressed for bed.

“Sorry,” she says, leaning against the doorway. She actually looks regretful. “I lost track of time.”

As they head back upstairs, Greta’s eyes linger on the door to Carson and Shirley’s room.

“I wish things could be different,” she says quietly. She sounds sad and Jess isn’t sure if the comment was meant for her or not.

Jess squeezes Greta’s shoulder as she walks past and into their room.

“Me too.”

~

Jess and Lupe had been out for a drink. They’d had a good time but the night had been relatively unsuccessful, only running into women they’d sworn never to sleep with again. They’re walking along the hall, to their respective rooms, when Jess sees her doorknob. She groans.

Greta’s done it again.

“Why is there a necklace on your doorknob?” whispers Lupe, leaning over to look at the source of Jess’s frustration.

Jess just looks at her like it should be obvious, “why do you think?”

“Ohhhh,” says Lupe, laughing quietly.

“I hate Greta.”

“Come on,” says Lupe, “you can sleep on my floor.”

The couch would be more comfortable but at least she’s not on show for everyone to see.

~

The next day, Jess announces that they’ll be having a house meeting after lunch. When it’s time, the women all join her in the living room, squishing themselves onto the couches while Beverly stands in the background.

“What’s this about,” Jess hears Terri whisper to Ana who shrugs in response.

“I’m swapping rooms,” announces Jess, “Greta is a terrible roommate and I will murder her if I have to live with her one more night.”

Greta scoffs at her.

Jess can see Lupe laughing silently. She’s sitting between Maybelle and Ana, who are both smiling like they’re going to crack at any moment.

Lupe leans forward and grins, like she’s about to ruin Jess’s night. “You can be my roommate, Esti will swap with you.”

Jess is going to murder her.

“No, I need to swap with Carson,” Jess insists, “she’ll get along a lot better with Greta.”

Maybelle and Ana start snickering and when Jess glances at Carson, between Greta and Shirley, she sees she’s blushing furiously.

Lupe just waves her hand, “nonsense, Esti and Greta will get on great. Then we can be roommates.”

Jess glares at Lupe.

“No,” says Jess. Lupe gives her a look that says she can’t wait to see what Jess will come up with. “I need to room with Shirley.”

Everyone turns to look at Shirley. She looks so confused.

“I love her humidifiers.”

It’s the worst excuse Jess could come up with. Lupe, Maybelle, and Ana are snickering now. Jess can even see Beverly smiling in the back.

Jess can hear one of the new girls whisper, “humidifiers? Plural?”

Shirley nods at Jess, “It’s so important to prevent dryness, it can really irritate the body. Do you suffer from seasonal allergies, Jess?”

~

As Jess enters the bedroom, to help Greta pack, Greta pulls her into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she says as Jess squeezes her back.

~

Turns out Jess quite likes the humidifiers. Shirley was right, they do wonders for her dry skin.

[ladiesofcinema]

A League Of Their Own (2022) Batter Up (S01E01)

[cinematv]

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN 1.01 | Batter Up

[henwilsons]

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN ✦ 1.04 Switch Hitter THE GOOD PLACE ✦ 4.13 Whenever You’re Ready

[comfortblr]

D'ARCY CARDEN as GRETA GILL ↳ A League of Their Own | The Cut Off

[of-monsters-and-werewolves]

Sapphics wondering where the fuck our shows have gone:

[Image Description// Gif of John Travolta from Pulp Fiction with a blank white background: a man in a black and white suit with a jacket strung over his right arm looks first to the left, then to the right, as though he is searching for something. When turning to the right he extends his hand out. //End ID]

[laguna-lesbian]

SAVE ALOTO

[wlwgif]

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN S01E06 | Stealing Home

[totheecore]

When you and Marisol ran into me and Tommy, we were on a date. Really? Mhm-hm. [...] So you two...? We were on a date, yes. Is that weird? No. Absolutely not. [...] This doesn't change a thing between us. Okay? Good. That's a relief.

911 7x05 | You Don't Know Me

[ashleyrguillory]

A comic about wishing there were more sapphics on tv and being grateful for the ones we have now...

[carsonshawl]

ALOTO FANFIC - Midnight Antics

Summary:

Carson held the cat up for Greta to see, “I found a cat.”

Greta shuffled to the side to give Carson more room, “where the hell did you get a cat?”

(a.k.a. Carson finds an unknown cat in her room in the middle of the night.)

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It was scratching that had woken Carson, she was sure of it. She looked over at Shirley, her outline visible from the light through the thin curtains. No movement. Carson lay back down and began to drift off.

Then it happened again.

Cason shot up in bed. This time she was sure she heard scratching. It was loud, insistent, and definitely coming from the door.

Logically, Carson knew there was nothing to be afraid of. There was no such thing as monsters, hiding in the night. But, Carson liked horror novels, so she couldn’t help letting her imagination run off a bit.

She decided to chance it. Her feet hit the floor and something fluffy rubbed against her leg. Carson let out a squeal and jumped back on the bed.

Shirley’s blankets rustled as she stirred but she didn’t wake.

The fluffy thing jumped up onto Carson’s bed and rubbed her hand.

It was a cat.

Where the hell had a cat come from? Both doors into the room were shut, and, Carson was sure she would remember shutting a cat in when she went to sleep. The cat rubbed against her hand again and she patted it in reflex. It purred as she scratched behind its ears.

Carson had always wanted a pet. She would have taken a dog or a cat, she wasn’t fussy, she just wanted a fluffy creature to love. She liked the idea of taking a dog for a walk and liked that it was someone to have a catch with. She’d taken her idea of a pet to Meg and Meg had immediately vetoed a dog; she wasn’t a dog person. Meg seemed to come around to the idea of a cat though. Their parents had other ideas. A pet was too much work and Carson and Meg weren’t old enough to handle the responsibility.

Carson would enjoy cuddles with this cat until it inevitably went back home.

Carson gave the cat a few more pats before scooping it up in her arms. She carried it to the door that connected her room to Greta’s and knocked gently. There was no reply but she entered anyway, simply alerting anyone awake that she was coming in. Greta and Jess were both sleeping. Carson sat on the edge of Greta’s bed and kissed her forehead, whispering at her to wake up.

Greta stirred slowly, blinking at Carson, confused and disorientated.

Carson held the cat up for Greta to see, “I found a cat.”

Greta shuffled to the side to give Carson more room, “where the hell did you get a cat?”

“It was in my room. I woke up to it scratching on the door.” “How did a cat get trapped inside your room?”

Carson just shrugged.

“You could say that Carson is a pussy magnet,” said Jess, laughing from under her covers.

Greta chuckled softly and scratched the cat under the chin. It seemed to enjoy pats, rubbing against Greta as Carson put it down on the bed. It walked between Carson and Greta, seeking affection from each of them in turn. Jess huffed at their cooing but eventually joined them on Greta’s bed to give the cat some love.

“Carlos.”

It was drawn out and whispered loudly from the hallway.

The cat’s ears perked up.

“Carlos.”

There it was again.

The cat: Carlos, ran over to the door and looked at Carson.

“Carlos ¿Dónde estás?”

“Spanish?” Jess mouthed at Greta as Carson opened the door.

Carlos rushed into the hall with Carson, Greta, and Jess hot on his heels.

A few rooms down the hallway was Esti, on all fours, looking under the hallway table. Carlos ran up to her and wound around her arms.

“Carlos!” Esti sat up and scooped the cat into her arms, hugging him close.

“What the hell, Esti?” asked Jess, walking over to the girl, “why do you have a cat.”

There was a sigh and Lupe ascended the stairs, joining the group.

“You found your cat then.”

Carson turned to Lupe, “what do you know about this?”

Lupe ran her hand through her hair, annoyed, “It’s her secret cat. He’s some stray she found a few days ago. She’s been hiding him in our room, insisting we keep him.”

Jess laughed and Greta shushed her, reminding them all that it was the middle of the night and Beverly would have their heads.

“Why is he called Carlos?” asked Carson.

“He looks like my grandfather,” grinned Esti, her words spoken slowly.

���Let’s keep him,” Carson said to Esti, “he can be the Peaches cat.”

Lupe scoffed, “Beverly will not go for that.”

Greta stood beside Esti, fluffing up Carlos’ cheek fur to make his face look fat.

“Look at this little face,” she cooed, “how could you say no to this?”

Esti held Carlos out in front of her and kissed him on the nose.

“Carlos the Peaches cat.”

~

To everyone's surprise, Beverly said yes to the cat.

The team took a shine to Esti’s secret cat. He was quickly adopted as the team mascot, sporting a peach-coloured collar and receiving a pat for luck from every team member, before a game. The women, especially Jess, showered him with gifts and treats with their paychecks. And, there was always someone in Esti and Lupe’s room to see Carlos, pissing Lupe off to no end.

Lupe didn’t mind though. She’d never admit it, but, she was glad to see Esti so happy.