“Tied To The Tracks” is a slow burn compared to the season’s first six episodes of Orange Is the New Black that mostly boasted a crowded ensemble acting out cruelly in the name of justice for Poussey.
This is the show that I fell in love with. Women, helping each other through their pain. Women, finding family. Women, finding support from one another while in the pits of the darkest places they can imagine.
Spiders and scissoring. Just another day in Purgatory.
I’m not going to lie, there was something oddly cathartic about seeing a pile of Cheetos burst into flames.
After four episodes of chaos and lack of direction both within Litchfield and the overall arc of the season, Orange Is the New Black finally managed to pull it together enough to produce an episode worth watching (save for one MAJOR issue).
Everyone deals with their impending prosecution for murder by having sex with their high school sweethearts.
Angie announces, “I’m the jefe now!” with one of the harshest American “j” sounds ever and decides there will be a talent show and the guard/hostages will perform. So, we know where this is going.
Really, Linda? Really?
Hey did y’all know white guys have feelings too?
“You’re gonna want a quick, catchy clickbait. Something to really grab the liberal market — that’s who you wanna appeal to.”
Now with 100% more Tamsin!
None of us have ever deserved Mona Vanderwaal.
We’ll never know the answers because the season ends here and Netflix FUCKING CANCELED THIS POIGNANT AND ARTFUL MASTERPIECE OF A SERIES. No, YOU’RE crying.
Emison I guess?
Go get ’em, Supergirl.
Paige and Emily say goodbye for the last time.
Paige and Emily kiss and twirl and Ali finally realizes she’s pregnant with Emily’s child.
Just some gals being pals at brunch. Worth each other’s extra effort.
Emily and Aria strongarm Sydney Driscoll while Hanna operates on a life-size doll wearing her face.
Alison and Emily and Paige still have no idea how to close a door or whisper.