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Day Twenty-Three: Favorite first female platonic relationship I thought of because awesome

Tyra Collette and Lyla Garrity of Friday Night Lights.

Individually, these two are awesome characters and probably my favourite out of the whole cast. With their powers combined? They could take over the world.

Granted, this show as a whole took me time, and a lot of effort, to understand. (As mentioned in this post about Captain America, it's one of the key shows that, once deciphered, gave me a fundamental ingredient in the American mindset that had elluded me completely; it was so taken-for-granted that it never once came up in four years of living there and constantly discussing cultural differences. The moment FNL all clicked for me was about a week before I left the country, and was the moment when I realised that, one, I was not and would never, ever be in danger of being assimilated into the American culture/mindset/worldview, and that, two, this freed me to love it my way, and to my heart's content.) The characters, by comparison, were rendered with such loving earnestness that they were very quickly accessible.

As for these two – Tyra? Half the girls I hung out with through high school were Tyras (the other half were (non!Julie) quiet book nerds; the two groups didn't mix much or well), and half of them were pregnant before we graduated/left. Lyla? The one fight I ever got into in high school was with the Lyla (it wasn't that exciting, it consisted of a few verbal exchanges, one kick and one demand (with entouraged menaces) for an apology, but as I gave the kick and didn't give the apology (and made her entourage laugh at her), I'm pretty sure by playground rules I won). So it didn't take long to warm up to both of them, in their very different ways. I liked Tyra well enough (the Adrianne Palicki of her helped too), but the second she picked up that poker and launched herself at her mother's abusive boyfriend, she won my heart forever. Lyla was a more gradual appeal, but it started somewhere exactly around the time she started sleeping with Tim and being a total bitch about it because her whole world had collapsed around her and she was trying so hard to pretend it hadn't.

So by the end of the first season, I loved them both wholeheartedly. Looking back, the most delightful moments that stand out in my memory of watching the show was the Collette's Triumphant Ladywagon (+Landry), and their rescue of Lyla from the side of the road on the way to State (special mention to Lyla's short-lived Defiant Independence from the Men In Her Life in her car until it broke down), and the pure awesome of the two of them working together to produce the stripperiffic Pantherama. (Jacob's guest TWoP episode recap of which is perhaps the most insightfully rapturous I've ever read on that site (though to be fair I don't read much of his other stuff), and to everything he says about these two girls I proclaim a heartfelt DITTO.)

And I know that we don't get that many other friendshippy-inclined moments between the two – that in the course of the show, they really don't overlap that much other than through Tim, although any time they put the Collettes and Lyla together I loved it. But I love the idea of a friendship between them; it's my firm headcanon that, some time in the future out in the big wide world, they run across each other again and finally realise all that smart, independent, fierce, complementing strengths, twisting-men-around-their-little-fingers, challenging, transcending, unstoppable potential. Spend the mid-half of their twenties being Roommates of Great Sass, Awesome BFFs, and Conquering the World, or something.

Because even though you had to pry Lyla's grip off her dreams finger-by-finger, and it took Tyra years of encouragement before she would even try to seriously take hold of anything worthwhile at all, they are underneath very similar. Both had to learn that they were so much more than what Dillon, and their families, had set out for them. Both needed, used, and genuinely loved a man from the other side of the tracks – good guy Landry and bad boy Tim – in their journey of self-discovery, and eventually had to stand on their own and learn to walk without crutches. And both of them, with stops and starts, worked out not just how to walk but how to run. Fast and far enough to properly get out of Dillon. And both of them know what it is to love and be loved by Tim Riggins, himself the avatar of the place: Dillon Incarnate, Texas Forever. They know the slow, beautiful charm and deadly quicksand of him, of the place. How you'll drown smiling and never know more of yourself than being folded tenderly, tightly down, never know your life in the world beyond it. They know how hard they had to work to escape and how enticing it is to go back, and because they both know what it is to have their hearts but not their lives belong there, they'll know how and when to help pull each other back out – and when it's right, finally, to stay.

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