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cristinasdynasty:

Was she freaking out? Perhaps. Cristina could have been heart-achingly focused on the fact that she well knew this was the summer she was so desperately and messily in love she wound up married - or, perhaps, she could have been sick to her stomach over the close proximity of her father to her. Hopeful that if this was really happening (how could this really be happening?) her friends were here. Her real friends. Ask her though? She was mid-meltdown over the fact she lived in a crapartment and had to working for a living. Plus, this outfit? Fabulous sure but not exactly what the Cristina Mendez of 2020 had been known for wearing. With a sigh, she pulled on her very best smile, turning to them with the hint of mischief in her eye— “You know at least fifty of my late husband’s closest friends would just die to have skin like this again. And, well, everything else. Not me though,” she added, lowering her voice conspiratorially before winking, “I’ve always been hot.”

@folklorestart

Henri raised her eyebrow at Cristina, pushing her braids out of her face as she watched the girl with an icy glare; less so than that, even. It was like she was empty behind the eyes. “Mm,” she hummed “your husband who suspiciously died...how long after your wedding?” She asked curiously, a hint of spite in her voice. It’s not that she was accusing Cristina of being a black widow, it was more commenting on the fact that her ex-friend had a preference for men that were a vigorous hand-job away from her getting a summer home. “Long time no see, I’m sure you’re glad to be laying off the botox for a while.”

#chat:cristina #lgad #henri NO #don't body shame the poor girl!!#i'm already wanting their development and growth into friends lol

@inesinaugust

Henri was the first person in Nowhere Ines hadn’t known in the brief, fiery summer they spent there in 1989 — so they’d embrace this new connection with open arms. It was nice to know someone who didn’t engage in a short-lived romance with them, or act so abrasively for undisclosed reasons.

“I spent the summer here in 1989…the first time around,” Ines admitted, “So this homecoming probably isn’t exactly well received. I didn’t really leave on the best of terms, after all.”

“Huh, it’s a small town, I’m surprised I didn’t see you around.” Henri raised her eyebrow, leaning in slightly, her tendency to gossip hadn’t left her in all of these years; something about that was comforting. At least it seems to be more acceptable in her twenty-four year old body. “You didn’t? Pray tell, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t know your name, so it’s not like you’ve been floating around my friendship circle being bitched about.”

#chat:ines #august

@iriszhao

“Honestly, one of the worst things about this is nobody knows about all this great music and media that is out there! It’s so weird being in my childhood bedroom looking at the posters of bands like Van Halen and The Ramones all over my walls, but also knowing there’s so much more yet to come.” Iris smiled slyly as an idea came to her, “This is our chance to find bands that were big in the 90′s and ask to join them.”

“Right? I mean, I am glad that we’re back in the prime time of my favourite movies. I, for one, cannot wait to watch Weird Science again and again at the theatre. Maybe, just maybe, i’ll be able to beat someone to the punch on something wonderful. Surely if I get to work on Law and Order now, I’ll have all twenty seasons drafted in the next year.”

#chat:iris #cardigan

@amitymoradi

“You know I always wanted to play Dorothy and now’s my chance. I’ve really nailed the Transatlantic accent. I’m ready for your vision. Even if it'll go straight to DVD— wait.” Amity replies, stifling a laugh, her sour mood instantly going away. Whatever was going on at least it brought the two of them together again. There were no more secrets. “I would say I won’t throw up in any bushes this time but honestly? No promises.”

“Right so, hear me out: we get David Lee Roth and we make him the Scarecrow.” Henri motioned in the air, as if she was seeing a vision up in lights. “We can braid your hair and everything. Oh god, don’t remind me, remember my twenty-first? We stumbled home from the Afterglow holding hands and sat down in town square and fell asleep? I threw up on Town Hall steps.” Henri giggled loudly at old memories, looking at Amity with nothing but love “i’ve missed you, Am.”

#the 1 #chat:amity

fluentinswiftsongs

Would it be enough if I can never give you peace?

#muse

scotchandwhitelies

Zazie Beetz getting ready for the Joker premiere. Her beauty is unmatched.

#henri.face

Henri’s heart had fallen out of her chest the moment that she saw herself in the mirror, her braids long and her wrinkles gone (though they were never really there in the first place). She remembered every moment of her twenties with a heart breaking confusion, and she felt awkward in her own body.

“If this is a nightmare, I’d very much like to wake up now.”

(@folklorestart)

#folklore.starter

kinakaarz

Are you there, God? It’s me, Ines.

HELP. ME.

I caught sight of my reflection in a storefront window and just — I’m speechless. Mostly because I don’t know how I winded up in my almost-22-year-old body. I think it’s safe to say that all normality I endured in my previous life is completely gone.

Just promise me my daughter is safe. Please.

@folklorestart

henrichestnut

Henriette pushed one of her braids out of her face, it had been so long since she’d had her hair styled like that, it was taking time to get used to. "Nope,” she said blankly, the shock had shut her body down. “Though, I must admit, I’m kind of glad that my wrinkles are gone.”