#ajfslk

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

oh shit that's a thing you can do? ajfslk

thank you <3 the joke is much funnier now

[b--tchcraft]

𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊+𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

( this was meant to be an open starter but somehow ended up becoming like an open-ended self-para? so please feel free to reply and don’t worry about matching length at all, i just really went in on the descriptive language and somehow ended up at almost 1k words )

A black buttoned mini skirt, an open leather swing coat, a clear vinyl crossbody that shifted colors in the light, a new set of gel pens, a marbled white Macbook Air sheathed in a matching sleeve tucked underneath her arm, a chrome Lifeproof phone case, a three-inch binder with its sheer front cover stuffed with dried flowers and motivational quotes, plus a spiral-bound notebook with You Glow Girl! calligraphed in loopy gold glitter,  a star-shaped highlighter pen with 5 different color tips that all had been used already, a self-defense keychain with a whistle, a small can of pepper spray, a pull-pin high-frequency alarm, and a pocket knife discreetly folded to look like a house key—you know, just in case—all obscured by a fluffy white pom-pom charm with a dangling rhinestone T, and, of course, the perfect shade of berry red lipstick. Terri MacGregor was armed for battle. 

Of course, Degrassi Community School wasn’t exactly a warzone, but even with her morning dose of Valium and the chamomile latte she had with breakfast, to Terri, it kind of felt like one.

Flipping her oversized square sunglasses atop of her head and squinting through the cat-eye lashes she’d glued on four times to get right, she scanned the marquee at the mouth of the entrance for headlines on the current events, what the school was already up to upon her arrival. Re-arrival. With it already being a month into the semester with lessons well underway, she knew that nothing was new about this schoolyear to anyone else anymore. But it still wasn’t any less strange to be starting fresh without the traditional “Welcome Back, Panthers!” bullshit she was used to seeing on her first days of classes. 

Technically, Terri didn’t start until next week, even though her name was already starting to show up on attendance. She doubted anyone noticed since the grade she’d grown up with were all seniors now and, having missed a year of, well, everything, Terri had to re-enter Degrassi as a junior again. It bummed her out, but she made up for it with all the extracurriculars she was allowed into; the fashion club, drama club, even power squad despite the fact that she missed the initial cutoff for tryouts. It was a sympathy perk for sure, but it was one she didn’t mind taking advantage of. Nevertheless, she knew that given the nature of her absence (and how long it went on for), her reemergence was bound to turn heads—and she was determined to turn them for all the right reasons. Going through what she went through and coming out on top was like the rebirth of a phoenix in Terri’s, and with the flashy upgrade to her wardrobe and endless makeup tutorials she watched all summer to get her face beat for the gods, she was ready to look the part. It’s not every day you have the chance to make a comeback, so she wanted to make one hell of a good one. 

...She just wanted to get it out of the way before she had homework to worry about.

It was hard to tell if the chill down her spine was just a byproduct of the butterflies in her tummy or a complete lack of body heat her retained by her ensemble. Her long jacket was warm in theory, sure, but she obviously couldn’t have it closed because it would hide her outfit. Beneath, she wore a cropped black bustier over that long-sleeved mesh mockneck with the blue clouds-n-cherubs print everyone seemed to own these days, and the combat boots that matched, plus a pair of ribbed black knee socks held up by the clips of their garters. Every last detail was planned: two pairs of hoop earrings, a wide velvet choker, even the acrylic nails she usually kept short were shaped long and narrow, frosted with a shimmery periwinkle reminiscent of eyeshadow from the 90’s—which she actually had on as well, centered in the halo of a cut-crease eye look she had been perfecting for months. Her clip-in extensions were even painstakingly curled and brushed out so that they flowed effortlessly past her shoulders. There was this empowering sort of vanity she was playing with these days, and she loved it. She loved that she got excited to see herself in new lights. She loved that she felt good when she looked in the mirror, from all angles, before she left the house

She just didn’t love how cold she felt right now.

Her lips pressed firmly together as she eyed the school building, nostalgic yet nervous, laying one hand over the next to spin the metal beads on around the fidget ring she wore on her thumb. It was a grounding habit that she learned to combat nerves or recalibrate dissociation. The little beads, themselves, were also made of hematite, which was said to ward off anxiety itself, so she liked that as well. Naturally, she was anxious. It was inevitable that gossip would ignite because “Terri MacGregor is back at Degrassi”. 

She just wanted to be in control of what people would say next.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, out her mouth, and repeating, she took a moment to adjust her hemlines and smooth down her hair, checking the front camera on her phone to make sure there was no lipstick on her teeth or baby hairs out of place. Nodding to herself with a forced confidence, she switched into autopilot and strode up the front steps, practically throwing the door open so she could casually slip inside to make her grand debut.

[swingsdown]

ffvii still slays me just jesus why couldn't everyone have stayed alive and happy uuuugh