𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 .

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚 "𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒" 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚 — 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕙𝕢.

[benafflecks]

Belle de Jour (1967)

[hhope]

𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡​.

“The root of what?” she asked curiously, she wasn’t desperate to know but it seemed like a logical next question. “Well, I like cola,” she assured the other girl, “-and I think I should try it anyway, it’s like a part of the American experience, yes?” she suggested with a chuckle, charmed by the idea of a so-called quintessential American experience. When she thought of it she thought of football teams and cheerleaders, cherry pie and now, she would add root beer to that image.

A moment later her mind reeled back to one of Hope’s earlier statements. “Is it you don’t like alcohol? You don’t drink it?” she asked curiously, it was a fairly deeply ingrained part of her own culture but she wasn’t a particularly heavy drinker herself and she rarely binged.

        “  should  we  get  some  from  the  store  ?  ”  hope  suggests .  “  we  do  need  to  stock  up  on  our  mini  fridge.  we’re  need  some  ben  and  jerry’s  —  which,  is  a  tragedy  i  must  add,  but  also  an  essential  dessert  for  any  university  student  in  america .  we  can  make  ice  cream  cookie  sandwiches  with  it  !  ”  she’s  already  salivating  at  the  thought  of  the  sweet  treat,  only  reeled  back  into  reality  when  naomi  had  asked  her  a  question .  “  i  try  to  avoid  it  the  best  i  can,  honestly .  it’s  not  that  i  don’t  like  it,  rather  i  don’t  like  who  i  am  when  i’ve  had  one  too  many .  ”

[hhope]

𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.​

Aurora looked over at Hope and raised a brow. “Well, today does seem like a great day to go on a bike ride or take a walk somewhere,” she suggested. “Normally when it’s a sunny day like it is right now, I go to my favorite spot on campus and have a little picnic and catch up on my reading. It sounds kind of lame but that’s my definition of a perfect afternoon.”

         “  that’s  my  favourite  thing  to  do  !  ”  she  gasps .  “  although,  i  usually  have  my  picnics  on  darrow  house’s  backyard.  i  play  old  songs  and  daydream  —  should  we  go  do  one  right  now  ?  ”  she  looks  at  aurora  with  a  gigantic  smile  plastered  on  her  face .  “  i  never  have  anyone  to  go  on  picnics  with  me.  ”  the  smile  turned  into  a  pout  quickly .  “  i  usually  have  to  bug  my  housemates  until  they  agree.  ”

[hhope]

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠.​

                   with   a   head   tilt,   isadora   pretends   to   think   with   a   pointer   finger   tapping   on   her   chin.   “well,   before   i   suggest   anything,   i   think   you   should   tell   me   what’s   something   you’d   really   like   to   do.   i   don’t   want   to   disappoint.”   isadora   states,   arms   stretching   out   slightly   to   mimic   the   other.   “don’t   want   to   ruin   this   nice   day.”

         “  you   could   never   disappoint   me   or   ruin   any   day   —   ever   !  ”      hope   objected   in   an   adamant   way,   that   strangely   enough,   worked   well   with   her   calm   disposition .   “  although,   since   you   asked  :   i’d   like   to   actually   go   swimming .  ”   in   a   river,   in   a   lake,   anything   but   a   public   pool.

[hhope]

𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐳𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐫.​

“  perhaps  a  trip  to  the  mall  ?  ”  she  suggests  ,  patting  down  the  pleats  of  her  skirt  .  "  i’d  rather  get  my  clothes  online  ,  but  if  i  spot  a  blazer  i  like  …  well  ,  the  heart  wants  what  the  heart  wants  .  "

          “  oh,  the  mall .  that’s  a  great  idea  !  ”  her  eyes  lit  up .  “  i  did  need  some  knitting  materials.   i’m  trying  to  follow  this  patchwork-esque  knit  cardigan  tutorial  on  youtube  and  i’ve  been  obsessed  !  ”  honestly,  she  knew  nothing  about  knitting  anything,  but  the  person  on  youtube  made  it  look  so  do-able  that  she  was  inspired  to  take  the  task  on .

[hhope]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩.​

“truly! the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the sales are rolling in!” they sighed happily as they scrolled through their emails looking at various offers. “how are you limiting yourself this early on in the school year. nevermind, if you only have a few hours — you should absolutely focus on whatever is going to not be possible to do later. you know? i for one, will be spending today finding a graphic design student who will help me make a digital flyer and shopping, maybe going for lunch and getting drinks. what are your options?”

         “  whatever  isn’t  possible  later  …  ”  she  repeats  in  a  hum  as  she  tilted  her  face  towards  the  sky,  and  let  gravity  pull  her  head  back  down  landing  on  charlotte  .  then  an  idea  popped  up  :  “  that’s  it  !  you’re  a  genius,  lottie  !  ”  she  squealed  in  excitement .  “  i’ll  just  tag  along  with  you  and  help  you  with  your  errands .  it’s  hitting  two  birds  with  one  stone  —  i  don’t  condone  that  activity,  obviously  but  !  i  get  to  spend  some  time  with  you  and  it’s  something  that  i  might  not  possibly  do  later  or  get  the  chance  to .  ”

[hhope]

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧.​

“I can’t believe I’ve lived to see the day that I’m ranked below your studies.” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, but whoops triumphantly when she agrees to come only moments later. “You can hate me aaaaaaall you like while we’re off having the absolute best time,” Jamie tells her brightly, tossing her pillow back onto her bed. Non-negotiable? Oof. He supposes it’s only fair, but that doesn’t change the fact that the sheer idea of doing actual studying is always reminiscent of stepping on a lego barefoot. “…What kind of work are we talking about? And are you sure I’m the best option to help? Surely it’ll take twice as long and be three-times as mediocre if I’m your academic life-line.” 

         she  only  manages  to  roll  her  eyes  at  his  theatrics ;  she  loves  him,  he  knows  this .  she  pushes  herself  up  from  her  bed  to  scavenge  her  closet  for  something  suitable  to  wear,  but  it  was  hard  to  think  of  an  outfit  when  she  didn’t  know  the  dress code  for  the  party .  “  what  kind  of  party  are  we  going  to  again  ?  ”  she  looked  back  from  her  shoulder,  before  continuing  on  her  scavenger  hunt .  “  are  you  really  finding  an  excuse  not  to  help  me  ?  because  let  me  tell  you  it’s  lousy  at  best .  you  can  do  better .  ”  she  clicked  her  tongue  playfully .  “  take  responsibility  for  me  missing  out  on  important  school  work,  geez  .  ”       

[hhope]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨.​

maggie  looks  up  from   her  phone  to  smile  at  hope  beside  her .  “ you  gotta  tell  me  what’s  on  your  list  otherwise  i  could  tell  you  absolutely  anything  in  the  world . ” she  falls  silent ,  smile  fading  the  slightest  bit ,  “ you  could  find  a  spot  and  dance .  nothing  better  than  the  sun  on  your  face  while  doing  what  you  love . ”

          “  i  have  no  list .  i  want  to  do  everything  and  anything  and  yet  there’s  not  a  single  thing  on  my  mind .  ”  she  sighed  dramatically .  “  that  is  why  i  need  you  and  your  brilliant  mind  to  come  up  with  an  ingenious  activity  !  ”  she  chortles,  and  lit  up  when  she  mentioned  dancing .  “  oh  !  that  sounds  wonderful  !  i  wonder  if  the  backyard  at  darrow  house  could  do  well .  the  soil  may  be  too  soft  for  a  proper  pirouette .  ”

[hhope]

𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡​.

She raised an eyebrow curiously at the mention of root beer, it certainly hadn’t been what she had in mind but now she was interested. “I don’t know,” she confessed, “What is it?” she asked, completely clueless, “I’ve heard of it,” she conceded and that was true, it was in just about every cheesy American TV show she’d ever watched but she still didn’t know what it was. It looked sort of like Coca Cola if she recalled correctly, nothing like actual beer and she was pretty sure it wasn’t alcoholic but maybe she was mistaken.

         “  it’s  uhm,  root  beer  …  ”  it’s  funny  how  she  couldn’t  really  describe  what  root  beer  was .  she  typically  just  enjoyed  the  drink,  no  questions  asked .  she  didn’t  even  know  what  it  was  made  of,  she  just  knew  this  :  “  well,  it’s  a  carbonated  drink  !  much  like  cola,  but  sweeter,  i  think  ?  and  it’s  typically  not  alcoholic,  which  is  one  of  the  pros  in  my  opinion .  ”  she  laughs  softly  afterwards.  “  i’m  sorry  i’m  not  much  help,  but  you  do  have  to  try  it  if  you  haven’t  had  one .  ”

[auldcine]

High Society (1956)

requested by @dosesofgrace

[hhope]

𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲.

“Well, there is–” Dmitry gestured to the surrounding area, “–absolutely nothing around. You could go to the shit bar, or the other shit bar. Or to the.. car theatre? I don’t know how that thing works, but I’m fairly sure motorcycles don’t count.”

         “  i  don’t  really  go  to  bars  though .  ”  not  alone  anyway,  she  occasionally  hung  out  in  them  when  her  friends  or  classmates  invited  her  to  come .  “  a  car  theatre  ?  ”  she  raised  her  brow .  “  and  how  come  motorcycles  don’t  count  ?  ”  she  frowned,  though  she  could  understand  the  general  discomfort  of  having  to  sit  through  a  movie  on  a  motorcycle .  “  have  you  ever  been  to  one  ?  ”

[hhope]

𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲.​

“The plastic boxes would still be in the closet,” Dmitry pointed out, though he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the worst idea. “Maybe I could move all my bins in there though, and make like a.. cat wall, so she can’t jump in. Cats are weird though, she’d probably find a way.”

       “  cats  are  truly  such  marvelous,  yet  such  mysterious  creatures . ”  she  nods  her  head .  the  thought  of  a  buff  cat  enters  her  mind  again  and  she  couldn’t  help  but  laugh.  “  should  we  get  you  some  plastic  containers  right  now  then  and  tackle  this  experiment  of  ours  ?  ”  she  suggests .

[hhope]

𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡.

With her chin tilted upward to greet the sun, Naomi was enjoying the warmth of the summer rays on her cheeks. She felt like she could sit there for hours without moving, enjoying the pleasure of simply existing.

That was until Hope piped up, inspiring Naomi to think of all the other lovely things she could do with her day. “I never want to go inside again,” she announced, she’d already rolled the sleeves of her t-shirt up, exposing her shoulders, her bare legs stretched and absorbing every bit of sunshine the clear sky had to offer. “We could get a beer before class?” she suggested, raising an eyebrow, “-If there is somewhere to sit outside,” she added as a condition, refusing to spend any more time inside than what was required of her.

         “  never .  ”  she  agreed  with  a  dreamlike  smile,  face  tilted  towards  the  sun .  much  like  naomi,  hope  could  spend  hours  and  hours  outdoors .  “  root  beer  ?  ”  her  eyes  lit  up  at  the  thought  of  slurping  on  the  sweet  concoction  .  she  had  a  terrible  sweet  tooth  . 

[hhope]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱.​

Blake’s eyes followed to where she managed to find her book, laughing at the burst of excitement mostly because the energy rubbed off on him. He was actually jittery about school for once, but he was always skeptical about sudden good emotions. He was never sure where they came from. “I don’t think I’ve had boba, honestly,” he admitted. “First time for everything, I guess. Just hope it doesn’t end up becoming another addiction because I cannot afford that.”

         “  you’re  kidding  !  tell  me  you’re  kidding  !  ”  she  gasped  from  his  confession .  “  we  have  got  to  get  you  boba.  pronto  !  ”  she  insisted,  grabbing  his  arm  (  yet, mindful  of  the  books  he  was  nursing  in  his  hands  )  to  the  checkout .  “  oh,  that  is  true .  ”  her  excitement  waived  off  of  her  for  a  second,  but  bounced  back  just  as  quick .  “  not  to  worry,  i’ll  be  with  you  every  step  of  the  way  if  that  happens . ”  she  smiled  in  an  attempt  to  prompt  a  smile  from  him  as  well .  

[hhope]

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧.​

Waving it off, “I’m sure that happens all the time, to everyone” Shiloh said, trying to be polite. To be honest Shiloh didn’t think she ever slept in, when she had something to do that day. But that was her, if she missed or was late to anything she had a terrible freak out. “I also heard this professor is always late, so don’t worry” she shrugged. 

          “  oh  ?  maybe  i  should  get  them  a  proper  alarm  clock,  then .  ”  she  giggled,  covering  her  mouth  feeling  as  though  she  was  being  quite  mischievious  joking  about  a  professor  like  that .  “  truth  is,  me  and  jamie  went  to  this  party  last  night  and  i  was  so  exhausted  !  i  just  fell  in  bed  and  dozed  off  . ”  

[hhope]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬.

Giving her a nod, “Thank you” his rough voice spoke. Sliding into the chair beside her, Chuck waved the bartender over. “Can I get Blue Label neat and” he started looking over at the blonde, “What are you drinking?” he asked her giving her a smile. 

          hope  had  gone  back  to  minding  her  own  business,  or  in  other  words  :  daydreaming .  until  she  was  snapped  back  to  reality  when  he  asked .  she  looked  around  once  again,  then  pointed  a  finger  at  herself.  “  me  ?  ”  she  looks  down  at  her  cup,  then  back  at  him.  “  just  water,  although  i  felt  a  little  reckless  tonight  so  i  asked  for  lemon  water .  ”  she  leaned  in  to  whisper,  gave  him  a  wink  and  laughed  at  how  ridiculous  her  joke  was .

[hhope]

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧.

“There’s more than enough time to do both,” he points out in response to her complaint. Shopping in the afternoon, then clubbing in the evening. A perfect plan. He swiftly reaches out to catch the pillow she lobs at him, bringing it to his chest. “And I, your dear friend, live at the bottom of your priority list,” he sighs. “I see how it is. Well, I suppose it’s your choice, but– you know you’ll regret it if you don’t come. I’ll text you a photo-a-minute of how much fun we’re having without you until you change your mind and show up anyway. So– save us both the trouble and just agree to come without all that nonsense?” 

       “  you're  not  on  the  bottom  of  my  list  !  i  just  have  studies  and  projects  and  reading  to  do .  ”  though  as  she  heard  her  list  down  all  the  tedious  work  she  had  to  get  done,  she  found  the  idea  of  letting  loose  in  a  party  much  more  appealing  —  oh  !  and  the  thought  of  missing  out  on  a  good  time  left  her  with  a  sick  feeling .  “  ugh,  okay .   i’m  going,  i’m  going .  i  hate  you  .  ”  she  glares  at  him,  but  her  eyes  bore  this  playful  glint  and  her  lips  curved  into  a  smile  that  betrayed  her  statement .  “  you’re  helping  me  with  my  work  after  this  though .  ”  and  before  he  could  talk  his  way  out  of  it,  she  added,  with  a  triumphant  smile,  no  less  :  “  non-negotiable  . ”