hi!! why stress when you can be in a fictional world??
so i kept seeing my ex this week 🫣 after not seeing them for a year 🥴 and im over her but it’s like first gay love you know? that shit fucks you up!!!
i kept thinking about abby and how i wish i could text her 😭😭 like babe come pick me up PLEASE
so yeah maybe something around that?? i think we all need some abby comfort
You usually weren’t known for making mistakes.
Seriously, as overconfident and precise as it sounds, you were always the smart one. Level-headed in a way that pissed your friends off when all they wanted to do was go a little feral. Experiment. Let whatever happens, happen.
Yeah, you didn’t buy into that whole “let the universe make your choices for you” moonshine. Didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.
So why, oh, why are you spending your Friday night standing outside of a crumbling sports bar, rubbing at those tears that threaten to fall from your eyes onto the ground below you?
You guess the universe pushes and pushes until it finally has its way with you in the end.
Your fingers had dialed practically everyone of your four roommates in the past 10 minutes that you’ve been standing out in the balmy summer air, but, of fucking course, each call went straight to voice mail every single time.
Figures! The one time you decide to do something out of your comfort zone and everything starts spinning off its axis immediately.
The idea of calling an Uber flits across the back of your mind, but you really don’t want to spend anymore money tonight, having already handed your card over to the bartender enough times that you were thoroughly buzzed and feeling that if you checked your bank account right now, all of those vodka sodas would come racing back up your throat. Hard pass.
It isn’t until you scroll through your contacts for the fifth consecutive time and land right back at the top, however, that you stop to consider what may be the most obvious answer of the night: Abby Anderson. Fuckin’ duh.
Abby “Permanent Designated Driver” Anderson. The girl who has decidedly quit drinking altogether after deciding that she really wants to take her whole softball career seriously. Abby Anderson who is always, always wide awake into the deep recesses of the night, cramming for her 8am or putting in a few last minute hours at the gym.
Abby Anderson, sweet, sweet, Abby, somehow bestowed with the patience of a saint and the subtlety of a freight train, who will definitely pick you up, but won’t hesitate to ask what you’re doing at this ratty old place at 2:30 in the morning.
It’s probably a lot better than practically dragging your way home, so, why not?
You dial the number and she picks up within 3 rings, a little out of breath. You guess she took on the weight room, tonight.
“Yeah?”
Your body stiffens. Fuck! How well do you actually know Abby? You’ve barhopped with her and some other friends in the past, but most of those nights were spent casually sipping at a bottle of soda while you listen to everyone else converse and socialize. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?
“Is this one of those county cop calls that keeps going around campus, cause I’m not signing your fuckin’ petition—“
“No, no!” You blurt out, a little surprised at yourself. “It’s just— I mean, it’s just…me?”
Abby says your name inquisitively through the phone, sounding as startled as you are. “Hey…is everything alright?”
You scan your surroundings as if they’ll give you the answer that you’re looking for, and shrug like she can see you. Could be worse, you guess?
“Are you busyyy tonight?” You slur a little, and she seems concerned at the sound.
“No, I’m, uh, free? Are you in—“
“Could you, maybeee, give me a ride home?”
You think you can hear a ‘pause sound’ moving through her head, or maybe you’re just a bit more drunk than you thought.
“Yeah! Yeah, totally, just…are you off-campus, or—?”
“Mmhmm! I’llsendyouthelocation, byeee!”
You click the end call button and stare st the black screen. Since when did you get so frazzled over talking to her? She sounds the same as she usually does, right? Choosing not to think about it too much, the location is sent her way and, judging by the distance, she should be there in 20 minutes.
She’s there in 15. You hear her before you can actually make out the vehicle in the distance. It’s late. The roads are empty. You didn’t give her much context, so, you don’t exactly blame her for hurrying.
But her car pulls up in front of you like a heavy metal chariot, and you get a little anxious about stepping into the passenger’s seat in your sheer black dress and platform heels.
Neither of you say anything for the first minute and you’re rather grateful. Your insides feel like poorly melted snow, and you’re not sure if it’s the way that Abby’s gripping the steering wheel or the fact that she keeps glancing over at you through the side window. You see your legs shift against the leather seats, but your mind is elsewhere.
“Did you, uh, get to the bar alone?” She begins, tapping her thick fingers against the wheel, sounding like she’s trying to broach something, but you don’t know what it is yet.
You squint down at your phone screen to check the time again. Right. The evening started way earlier than you remembered.
“Nope. Came here on a blind date.”
Abby tries not to react like that shocks her, but she doesn’t quite make the mark.
“You went—! Oh! Right! ‘course! Makes sense…”
Silence, again. The kind that’s unbearable in situations like these. You roll down the window for some fresh air, but it makes the both of you sweat even more.
“Did it…go well?”
You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Nope. She was kind of a dick.”
Abby lets out a breathy chuckle at your answer and you decide to keep going.
“She wasn’t really that into me. Kept chatting up the waitress and interrupting me whenever I spoke. Said she had to leave early to pick up her little brother from his friend’s house, but she said she was an only child when I asked earlier, so…”
“Damn…that’s—that’s rough…”
“Yeah…”
What is with the both of you and pained silences? Seems to be something in the air tonight.
Abby clears her throat while you’re silently moping at the memories, and when you get to a red light, she turns to take you in.
“If it makes you feel any better, the last date I went on snuck out of the back door before dessert.”
You gasp, dramatically, and she rolls her eyes in the same manner.
“No fuckin’ way! You’re tellin’ meee that someone would actually pass up a chance to go on a date with you?” The utter disbelief that you stare up at her with makes her cheeks go pink, and she can’t help but feel a little satisfied with herself. She smiles, a little bitterly.
“Not as much of a catch as you think I am, babe.”
You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, I hardly believe that, Ms. Anderson.”
If there’s one thing you can thank the alcohol for, besides getting you in Abby’s car in the first place, it’s the extra push it gives you to go for the things you actually want.
“You know, Abigail, if you’re into it, we could, maybe, do a repeat performance of our shitty dates with each other, and make them…not shitty? How’s that sound?”
You feel the smile before you see it on her face. It’s like she can bring the warmth of the sun into any space she occupies.
“Well…” she starts “As long as you promise to at least tell me before you sneak out the back, then, we got ourselves a deal.”
You’re giddy with all that light she brings. And, you think, briefly, that sure, maybe you don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes, but at least this one scored you a date with THE Abby Anderson.
So, maybe, possibly, the universe could very well be onto something.
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Hiiii aurora dearest how are you? I come to your doorstep to ask for some film recs <3
hiiii gi dear !!!! im ok, hope u are too <3 and omg i loooove this question truly what an honor that u came to me... i dont know what youre looking for in terms of genre or mood so ill give u some of my favourites hoping youll find something u like... sorry this is going to be long and a bit all over the place
may 2002 is just... so relatable to me? its a peculiar lonely weirdgirl spin on frankenstein and its just... yeah. almost painful to watch
crash 1996 is obviously one of my fav movies of all time i talk about it all the time on here but its just so perfect in my opinion. hits the perfect sweet spot between strange and erotic
the teenage apocalypse trilogy by gregg araki + the living end 1992... araki is again a huge influence in my life and my fav director so ofc i had to include him... the dialogues are iconic and very funny and offbeat but also strangely deep and sad. the outfits are great. the music is always perfect (and the source of most of my current music taste). the stylishness and the what the fuck factor make the whole thing unforgettable
past lives 2023 ive seen a couple of days ago and its soooo. quiet and devastating and about missed connections and the nature of human relationships. beautiful
phantom thread 2017 is a classic in my eyes and so tender in a very fucked up way i love it so much
y tu mamá también 2001 so fucking sad but also so sensual. gael garcía bernal said recently that this is one the last really sexy movies and i agree with him wholeheartedly
velvet goldmine 1996 i mean its my fav movie of all time... fake biopic about david bowie and a bunch of other stars of the glam rock era. insane and perfect and with my fav soundtrack of a movie ever and todd haynes is a genius in my opinion and since i mentioned him... his last movie may december 2023 was so good. its heavy though!!
withnail and i 1987... my god. this is apparently seen as a cult classic comedy in the uk which is crazy to me because it sort of made me miserable. it is very funny but also when its not its bleak as fuck i love it
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