𝐀 carefully manicured nail, almond-shaped and red, lifts itself up to push away a strand from her narrowed eyes. Jennifer finds him somewhat amusing, 𝖊x𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝐲 different from her usual cohort of cinephiles. There are those who ᴹᴬᴺ - splain every classic she makes the mistake of mentioning, and those who compare her to silver starlets ── expecting her to react surprised & clueless as to who they're talking about, which she indulges, 🇷🇪🇬🇷🇪🇹🇹🇦🇧🇱🇾. Then there are those who 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 her, peeling back layer after layer, realising just how much the falsities of a flick can influence one's entire being. guilty as sin, she is. Jennifer may not be able to name every John Hughes hero, but she can name every character that falls across the 𝕭ook ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 𝕯ead ─ 𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 & 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴' 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺. By the time the deadites would be nearing a win, their minds would be elsewhere, instead on the 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬. the thought makes her hum, zoning out momentarily, before fluttering eyelids shut to mimic an 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 eye roll.
@filmslain – 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚢𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. [ * ]
𝕱rame sits snug atop a classroom desk, the hardwood base causing her denim skirt to ride up her thighs a little. She keeps it there, the 𝓩om-𝕭itch revels in its ᴵᴺⱽᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ attention, and swings her ʙᴀʀᴇ legs back & forth. ❛❛ Ew. ( 🇦 condescending 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, it𝄒s not as hearty as her 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 ) Totes' forgot you're like, thirty. ❜❜ Jennifer teases temporarily, head shaking in disapproval, tongue grazing the 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖘 ── demonstrating a show of 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, hunger worn on her sleeve. SHE HAS NONE, HOWEVER. Suited in a rhinestoned tank, 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍. ❛❛ ── 𝕴 don't really know why you even 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 with her. I reckon it'd be super easy to like, 𝑓ɪɴᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, a really hot girl, ( 🇦🇳🇩 🇭🇪🇷🇪𝄒s where she begins to attack, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 TAUNT, digit caressing her own collarbone to show exactly 𝚠ho she's talking about ) who'd want you ... shitty music taste and all. ❜❜