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Run my hand along the countertops, the stair rail, trace the walls with my fingertips, each scar proof of my childhood, my initials carved into the tree of this, our sixth house. —Lynn Pedersen

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gcddesscftruth‌:

“Correct me if I am wrong,” Diana didn’t look up from her laptop, very focused on what was on her screen. “But you are not meant to be here. Is there something you need to speak to me about?”

Sylvia had gotten curious, less so about the teachers and more about the layout of the building. She moved around, being as inconspicuous as possible in her usual attire of too much glitter. Looking around and engrossed in absorbing the details, she nearly missed what Diana said. “I think my guidance counselor wants me to take an ethics class next semester.” Not technically a lie.

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cftedkord‌:

“I guess some people have no taste in fashion. They just make the clothes if they think someone will buy them, whether they’re good or not.” Ted says as he looks over at the shirt. 

“Those people should take some time to develop a taste in fashion. Otherwise, I might have to feel sorry for them.” Sylvia shrugged. “Companies should stop making ugly clothes.”

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zakmephistoson‌:

“Awh come on. It has… potential?” He was trying to see the best in the shirt, but chuckled when he didn’t. He had a party to go to this weekend and it was a costume, so he wanted to dress up in something slutty. “Give it a chance.”

“It absolutely does not have potential. I believe it is the most hideous thing I have ever seen, and I have been to New York City.” Sylvia scoffed. “Giving it a chance is a terrible idea. I would have to wear it then.”

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ofdanversdrew‌:

It wasn’t until the woman voiced her opinion that Cat actually glanced at the shirt she’d been holding, shaking her head with a small smirk. “No clue. Maybe people just like walking around with a fluffy unicorn plastered across their chest for no good reason.” 

The shirt was too brightly colored, and the unicorn itself only added to the busy mess that was the shirt. It was tacky, and in the mind of a girl raised to value aesthetics, it was one of the most hideous things. “Those people should do all reasonable people a favor and stop doing that.”

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ofempyreans‌:

“i think we both know that the answer to that question is to make money-” it’s hard to really imagine them doing much of that, with that particular shirt ( and coming from trixie, who tended to wear pretty much anything… that was saying a lot ), but… it was the only reason most places did anything. “i’m sure it’d look good somewhere. on fire, maybe?”

“You can make money selling pretty things.” Sylvia poked the shirt once more, vaguely convinced it cursed. Aesthetics mattered much more to her than most “They might even make more money if they sold things that were not positively vile.”

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obsidiantouch‌:

        *    ‘ life fast, die young and broke. ‘ /   jeannie humoured with a laugh over her slight smile,  albeit her lack of money was entirely her own choosing as a fledgling woman to support herself – but it fed into the aesthetic of coffee fuelled starving artist aesthetic she was going for.    ‘  jewellery’s an investment.    kind of goes against my life motto.     but – lamp raves?  all the rage,    you wouldn’t believe how many lamps i can cram into the shoebox dorms. ‘ 

Sylvia couldn’t imagine a life without her money. The world had always been at her fingers. For as long as she had lived, her wildest dreams had been only a credit card swipe away. She hummed. With a shrug, she said, “Well, if your life motto does not allow for jewelry, it is a bad life motto. Lamps do not compare. Unless they have diamonds. The diamonds are the important thing, I suppose.” 

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professionaltrouble‌:

“Cause someone else didn’t want it,” Thalia piped up from across the rack. She didn’t like thrift stores that much, but she’d already gone through her clean clothes five times, and she was starting to think three shirts and a pair of jeans weren’t going to last a sixth. “You’re right though; that’s hella ugly.”

Sylvia found she wasn’t the biggest fan of thrift stores, not if they sold shirts like that. “Why not just burn it? It would be better than forcing your customers to see it.”  She’d wanted to find more vintage clothing, a recent obsession of her’s. Now, she thought it’d be better to just pay too much money for fake vintage clothes.

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ofthewhirlwind‌:

Turning around to see what the other girl thought looked hideous, she cringed as well and shook her head. “I don’t know but I feel bad for the sucker who does buy it” she said and sighed softly.

Sylvia shrugged, looking once more at the shirt. Her upper lip curled in disgust. “I do not believe that anyone who would buy this shirt deserves any sympathy. Perhaps they need a class on basic colors.”

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livingshivld‌:

“ some people have… different tastes , i suppose , “ the fairy shrugged their shoulders.

“I do not understand how any one could like this, no matter how horrid their tastes are.”

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ofbrynjar‌:

She was totally right about the awfulness of the shirt, but that didn’t stop him from taking it off the rack as soon as she had set it down. “So that people who want to be hideous on purpose can do their best, or worst as the case may be.”

“Why would any want that? That sounds dreadful.” Sylvia had grown up to appreciate beauty, no matter how meaningless and frivolous and useless. Perhaps she loved it because it was those things. “Ugly things should be kept very far away from fashion.”

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ghcstbarnes‌:

“isn’t ugly fashion in right now?”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. “Ugly has never been in style. It should be a crime to even suggest it.”

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“That is positively atrocious.” Sylvia said, nose scrunching up at the sight of the shirt. She set it back on the clothing rack. “Why would they even sell something that hideous?”

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flowingelectricityx‌:

Whether or not this person meant to be standing so close to him or not, Isaac still stepped back several steps. “Watch where you’re going!” Isaac yelled without looking at who it was.

Sylvia focused on her phone, texting as quickly as she could manage and paying little mind to those around her. It was no surprise she nearly ran into him. Still, she scoffed. “I believe you are the one who should watch where they are going.”

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fvllofrain‌:

“Forget the shoes, what about the poor plants?” Ophelia knew she was being a little overdramatic, but she couldn’t help but get worked up when itcame to plants, something he clearly got from her mother.

“Good shoes are more expensive than most plants.” Sylvia shrugged. She glanced down at her shoes, overpriced heels that mattered only to people who cared too much about overpriced heels. “I say forget the plants.”

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obsidiantouch‌:

       *  ‘ you know what ?  ‘   /   a dramatic pause as she glances down to her phone, fiddling with it for a few seconds before looking up with pride written all over her face.     ‘ you are absolutely right, and this is totally a problem for future me.  present me can instead hold a rave with all of my lamps.    it sounds totally dumb,  but it’s a good substitute for the stars on cloudy nights.’  

Sylvia smiled, pleased with herself. She hummed, “A lovely philosophy. Money should not be a determining factor in anyone’s life.” Said the rich girl. “Lamps are a nice investment, I suppose. Jewelry is much more preferable. The lamp raves are very, very compelling, however.” 

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ncllykent‌:

Nelly had stashed her bag and her shoes under awning as she stripped off her jacket and pulled out her phone, pulling up spotify and playing one of her favorite songs before she sprinted out into the middle of the rain.  Her face held up toward the sky letting the raindrops hit her face before she began splashing into puddles, letting out a bright laughter.  Her blonde locks matted to look almost a light brown as they stuck to her face.   Her last puddle splashing up around her as she beamed before she noticed someone else.  “Sorry–!” She called out pushing matted hair out of her face.  “I was just–just umm–.” She struggled to find the words, “Dancing in the rain.”

Rain was disgusting. Mud and water rarely agreed well with her. Sylvia considered skipping her classes for the day and locking herself in the training room for the day. Yet, here she stood, on her way to the library before her next class and watching a girl run around in the rain like a child. “You are ruining your hairstyle.” She gave the girl a once over. With a scoff, she added, “In the very least, now you have an excuse to change into something that looks better than that.”

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ofkillerfrcst‌:

penelope stopped in her tracks, eyebrows raised at a pair of police officers running towards her. a moment of fear taking over her body, her eyes threatening to turn their frosty white as she covertly held her hand out towards the ground. prepared to ice it up so she could flee. though, the cops ran right passed her continuing on the direction that she came. she turned quickly back to the person she felt stop in front of her. “okay i know how this looks, but i am on a serious no theft diet this week.” she sent them a large smile, covering up the nice, new watch on her wrist that still had the price tag attached to it.

Sylvia sighed, disappointment clear. Paragon had become so terribly boring over the past few months. No matter the chaos that plagued the school and the town, nothing amused her, and she’d ran out of interesting people to steal from a few weeks ago. In the very least, the destruction of the registration building meant that she could finally leave this boring little town. She eyed her and frowned, head tilted to the side and her eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a shame. This week’s been boring. So very very boring.” The watch was nice to look at, at least.