2011/2012 season | favorite ships ↦ leslie knope & ben wyatt
Someday, when I’m more emotionally stable, I want to read the concession speech you wrote for me.
I never wrote it.
This line made me sob. Because it forced me to think back on what these two have gone through since they’ve met. Mutual frustration followed by mutual respect and friendship. Two friends inspired by and in awe of each other. Awe turned into a desperate realization that he needs something more with her and she needs something more with him. Because Pawnee is a really special town and he looks forward to the moments in his day when he gets to hang out with the town and talk to the town about stuff. And the town has really nice blonde hair too. And he knows that they could get into trouble but he can’t take it anymore; it’s not just him, right? No, she reassures him, it’s not just him. And a secret, desperate kiss is shared. Uh oh. But uh oh leads to wine and history channel documentaries and they are surrounded by that bubble that they never want popped. But all good things must come to an end, all bubbles are eventually popped. Secrets become not-so-secret and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity knocks on her door. The inevitable was ignored with make-out sessions and breakfast-cooking…but he had to end it. Because he didn’t want to stand in the way of her dreams. And they tried living life without each other, but how is one supposed to live life after having found and let go of one’s soul mate? So she said let’s say screw it. Consequences be damned. He resigned in disgrace but oh, so in love. She hurt her campaign but healed her heart. Those three little (rather quite large) words were spoken aloud. And they grew together. The councilwoman and her campaign manager. Holding hands and jumping off of cliffs together into the great unknown.
Time: A little over 6 hours nonstop.
Program(s): Photoshop CS4, Paint Tool SAI, WACOM Bamboo Capture Pen Tablet
WIP: Here.
Parks and Recreation Deleted Scene ‘Political Turmoil’
Leslie: Upstairs there’s this mural of wildflowers, and I like to sit on a bench in front of it.
Ann: Really? It could be anywhere in the world: Paris, Hawaii, the Grand Canyon…
Leslie: Nope. Just the bench in front of the mural.
