FINAL / GIRL

IT WAS THE SUMMER OF HEAT

[jennymyers]

𝟶𝟷.   𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 & 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚎.  𝟶𝟸.   𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢. 𝟶𝟹.   𝚘𝚌 & 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢.  𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝟶𝟺.   𝚝𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠.   𝟷𝟾+  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢. 𝟶𝟻.   𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚜.

[jennymyers]

beloved jenny is very "do no harm; take no shit." she is very personable and easy going and kind :') but she is also very plain girl next door, doesn't run in the "popular" circles like some of the other counselors. who aren't the nicest to her (looking at u victoria) ... but she still tries to be civil even if they don't get along. she doesnt tend to get snippy back but she Does provide some stern disappointment -

[jennymyers]

oh tommy and jenny u will always be famous

[lalocorleone-deactivated2026041]

Heather Graham as Annie Blackburn in Twin Peaks, Ep. 25 “On the Wings of Love” (1991)

[jennymyers]

shoutout to my girl jenny who was my girl before connie took over the brain

[jennymyers]

hmm having jenny thoughts. thinking about how thunderstorms make her a bit nervous after the traumas bc it was stormy the night it happened. her most obvious scar is probably the rope burn around her neck. she really doesn’t like to talk about what happened. big survivors guilt. :(

[jennymyers]

guys what if i wanted some gentle jenny things...

[jennymyers]

and when i say jenny surviving the new jersey jason trauma and her going to ut austin to move on with her life? and she gets to make these new friends and-

[firstfullmoon]

the mary oliver voice in my head every day: mostly i want to be kind! mostly i want to be kind! mostly i want to be kind!

[jennymyers]

me logging into jenny every so often like i love u

[jennymyers]

me twirling my hair like what if we were both traumatized from different horror franchises and we were friends

[jennymyers]

@lifesver​  asked   :      none of this is me, anymore /  it's giving 'parties are no longer very fun and we have trauma'

it’s  hard  to say  what  felt  like  her,  these  days.   it’s  something  that  she’s  trying  to  figure  out,  lost  sometimes  in  a  sea  of  unfamiliar  faces,  at  parties  that  are  too  loud,  too crowded.   just  noise.   that’s  why  he  followed  her  out  here,  she  thinks,  to  the  solitude  of  the  rooftop,  where  the  night  breeze  is  pleasantly  cool,  and  the  thrum  of  music  and  chatter  is  a  muffled  afterthought.   

’      it’s  still  you.      ’      jenny  says  gently,  the  corners  of  her  eyes  crinkling  with  a  sad  smile,  as  her  head  comes  to  rest  on  his  shoulder.      ’      i  mean, even  if  things  feel  different  now,  what  was  you  is  still...  you,  you know?      ’      maybe  that’s  why  she  still  came  to  these  parties,  as  uninspired  as  they  felt—to  help  find  even  a  spark  of  herself  again.      

’      i  don’t  know.   maybe  i  don’t  make  sense.      ’      she  laughs  quietly,  tipping  the  half-empty  beer  bottle  held  loose  in  her  fingers  up  at  him,  as  if  to  say,  i’m  still  a  little  bit  tipsy.   she  thinks  that  she  means  it  though,  that  the  worst  parts  about  them  don’t  have  to  be  all  they  are.   that  she  still  sees  how  gentle  and  kind  he  is.   her  head  lilts  from  where  it  rests,  her  soft,  fawn-like  eyes  meeting  his:      ’      i  guess  what  i’m  trying  to  say  is  would  you  really  say  no  if  i  asked  you  to  dance?      ’

[starpros-sunshine]

"I can fix him" this "I can make him worse" that Pathetic. I can love him so much that it changes the course of the entire narrative.

[thiswillbethelastofme-deactivat]

she's got those tormented angel vibes but she still brings the light

[jennymyers]

@lifesver​ asked   :      i feel like i’m going insane .

she  gets  it.   she  really,  really  does.   when  there  weren’t  nightmares,  there  were  ghosts  haunting  the  waking  hours  everywhere  she  turned;  old  after  school  hangout  spots  now  cold  and  empty.   a  car,  that  looks  like  adam’s.   red  flannel  that  reminds  her  of  kenny.   

and  the  cops  didn’t  help  her  feel  less  crazy,  either,  when  hours  of  questions  and  reopening  the  wounds  concluded  that  what  she  saw  couldn’t  be  real.   as  if  she  didn’t  watch  him  slaughter  her  friends  like  animals.   like  she  and  leland  both  don’t  have  the  scars  to  prove  it.   like  she  can’t  still  remember  the  sickly  sound  the  axe  made  when  that  boy  wedged  it  through  his  skull.

she’s  scared  of  the  dark  now,  too,  she  thinks,  and  the  sound  of  rain  makes  her  anxious.   even  with  leland  here  with  her,  laying  here  in  the  safety  of  her  own  backyard,  she  can’t  help  the  sense  of  dread  that  lingers,  as  the  hazy  pink  and  orange  sunset  sky  begins  to  slowly  fade  to  night.      ’      welcome  to  the  club.      ’      she  tells  him,  numbly.   

it  hurts  to  look  at  him.   she’s  glad  he’s  alive—god,  she  is,  more  than  anything,  but  there’s  a  part  of  him  that’s  different  now.   her,  too.   it  changed  both  of  them;  where  there  once  was  warmth  and  sunlight,  now  hangs  a  heavy  storm  cloud.   she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  she  wanted  to  smile.

’      i  still  wish  it  was  me  sometimes.      ’      she  admits,  quiet  and  softspoken.   at  least,  such  sullen  thoughts  weren’t  something  to  be  shared  so  freely  with  just  anyone.   she  trusts  leland  to  hold  onto  them  tight,  like  a  closely  guarded  secret.       ’      ...you  know,  that  died,  if  it  meant  they  could  all  be  here  instead  of  me.        ’      

[hotsuburbanmom]

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Van Morrison // Brown Eyed Girl

[lifesver]

it isn’t jenny he’s worried about, so much as the guy who was getting a little too friendly. hand had come up to lightly steady her, and as soon as he parks himself parallel to her, he notices the guy briefly size him up — and then shift back into the greater crowd at the party. leland watches him go with a pointed watch-it-buddy look, before returning attention to jenny.

❝ lightweight, ❞ he teases gently; jenny’s bubbling giggles are infectious, and he settles hands on his hips, watching her with patient fondness; ❝ it’s not that late, ❞ he admits. little past midnight — but he’s sure she’d rather be in her cabin for the night than crashed on the packanack couches. ❝ … but we do have, like, a million bunkbeds to put together first thing tomorrow,in case you forgot. ❞ he continues, gently amused. before the campers get here, and they’re relegated to babysitting duty for the rest of the summer.

leland folds his arms, pouting back at her; ❝ you can’t give me the bambi eyes. that’s emotional warfare, ❞ he folds instantly, of course; now there’s no way he’ll win. the tactic works in her favour — as it often does, and leland is setting his own beer down, and letting her lead him back into the crowd.

❝ okay, deal, ❞ he says. ❝ one more song, jenny myers, ❞ he has to bring his voice slightly above the music, and he grins back at her, easy and genuine. he’s still buzzing, himself, so it’s not hard to follow the sway of the crowd, to dance with her and match her energy. laughing, he takes her hand and gives her a little spin. amused crinkle by his eyes gives him away; ❝ — come to think of it, i think i remember having to carry someone back from the bonfire, last time. ❞

[jennymyers]

right.   the  inevitable  less  exciting  part  of  the  summer,  setting  up  camp  with  a  bunch  of  hungover  teenagers.   mentally,  she’s  already  resigned  herself  to  being  one  of  the  counselors  actually  legging  the  work,  while  others  were  here  for,  well...  it’s  a summer  away  from  parents.

still,  it  isn’t  difficult  to  convince  him  to  stay  just  a  little  bit  longer—the  bambi  eyes,  as  he  calls  them,  never  seem  to  fail.   jenny  is  grinning  ear-to-ear  when  he  gives  in  to  her  emotional  warfare,  and  one  more  incentivized  tug  of  his  arm  has  him  following  her  into  the  messy,  drunken  crowd.       

’      you’ll  thank  me  later.      ’      she  muses,  finding  it  easy  to  fall  into  steady  rhythm  of  the  music.   even  without  the  buzz  of  crappy  beer  to  help  her,  it’s  moments  like  these  that  have  her  contented;  more  often  than  she  would  care  to  admit,  there  were  many  dance  solos  to  van  morrison  to  be  had  when  she  had  her  house  to  herself.   having  a  friend  to  entertain  the  notion,  giving  her  a  spin  and  all,  only  made  it  better.

’      had  to?      ’      she  laughs,  scrunching  up  her  nose  at  him.   though  she  feigns  offense,  her  words  are  light  and  fond,  teasing:      ’      you  would  have  done  it  just  to  show  off.      ’      which  isn’t  to  say  that  she  doesn’t  appreciate  the  ways  in  which  he  looks  out  for  her.   —and  besides,  it  was  kind  of  fun,  the  glimmer  in  her  eyes  and  matching  crinkles  at  the  corners  giving  her  away.      ’      but,  you  know,  i  guess  i  wouldn’t  turn  down  a  piggyback  ride  back  to  my  cabin  tonight.      ’