♒ - cooking/food headcanon
The healthiest (and sometimes grossest) stuff you’ll ever eat. Peyton wastes a lot of energy – not working her ass off trying to keep a family above water, like some – practicing and training. And if she’s not at the gym, she’s working at her father’s office, chained to a desk (a nightmare realized, really) and desperately trying not to grow into her office chair.
She’s very picky when it comes to where her food is grown. It has to be local, no preservatives, without pesticides – preferably as raw as possible. Peyton has the money to spend it on nice food, so she does. It’s not unlikely that you’ll see her drinking a smoothie she’s made for herself that morning made out of all natural protein powder and organic fruits. Also, she’s a vegan. A strict one, and has been since she was in middle school. And no, it wasn’t because it was a ‘fad’ – she actually hates the taste and production of meat and doesn’t like eating animal products.
Though she’s got the option to eat out wherever she likes, Peyton for the most part cooks for herself at home. It’s a nice activity to partake in after a long practice or an especially boring day at the office; she turns on the music in her giant kitchen and sings at the top of her lungs/dances while she’s sautéing and baking and whisking and whatnot. If you’re friends with her, she’s most definitely bringing you over to her place to cook. It’s up to you if you like the food or not, because it’s definitely…for certain tastebuds.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
Worries about it constantly, for two reasons: one, she likes the way she looks and is not a fan of wrinkles (she’s literally covered in freckles; it’s almost a given that the sun is going to fuck up her complexion even more), and two, there’s a possibility of serious injury and consequential benching from dancing. And that right now is not an option.
Yes, she is on the older side of her twenties, and she should be settling down, taking her father’s company, maybe getting married – but that’s not what her heart is set on. She still feels like a twenty two year old, in body and spirit. If she just…keeps delaying the inevitable, and continues to live as she does, maybe she’ll be able to live the life she wants to live, instead of the life her parents want her to live. Right?
The thing is, her trust fund comes into action at thirty five. If she can hold out until then and stop her parents from locking her into the family business (they’ve also been pushing the possibility of obtaining a MFA degree on her, no thank you) then she’ll have plenty enough money to run away on her own terms, start her own dance studio, and grow old the way she wants to. For now she lives in her parent’s money and sort of has to obey their rules.
Peyton is in the best physical shape of her life, and she loves being at top condition at all times. It’s a pride thing as much as it is a self-love thing; when she looks in the mirror she sees hard work and long hours. This body, her body, took years in the making. It’s also useful to have a six or eight pack for all the moves she tries out in the studio – flipping doesn’t come easily if you don’t have core strength. That being said, she has never necessarily been out of shape: her parents put her in ballet classes since she could walk, and she’s been so hardcore about dance that there was no time for an awkward chubby phase.
One part of her appearance she tries desperately to hide are her freckles. It comes from those adolescent years of ballet training, when all of the other girls would make fun of her for the spots dotting every corner of her body. Ballet dancers were supposed to be petite and pale as porcelain. Peyton was petite, but her complexion was certainly not porcelain. Even though she’s moved into more hip-hop urban styles she still makes an effort to hide the freckles she was born with. She’s become quite the makeup expert because of it.
Her wardrobe is three fold: there are the clothes she wears to work: ultra modern, sleek, figure hugging, the clothes she wears with her friends: also modern but sexy, lots of black and white, things that show off her body, and the clothes she wears to dance: urban streetwear, basically, stuff that moves well on her body and is easy to dance in. She can easily be three different Peytons when she wakes up in the morning.
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
She has an apartment in the city a few blocks away from her father’s office; her parents bought it as an ‘investment’, because the building it’s in is in a rapidly developing area that’s going to get great traction and marketability once Peyton moves up and gets a larger house for her future family. It’s a renovated warehouse space, floor to ceiling windows, really sleek and modern design, basically everything the movies show a young, single 28 year old living in.
Except it’s messy. Really, really messy – not with food and trash, because she’s not that disgusting. There’s just…clothing and cards and work papers and books everywhere because she admittedly never learned to clean up for herself. A maid comes in once a week and turns the place inside out, so that’s usually when she invites over guests. Otherwise it’s just her in an beautiful apartment littered with her crap.
She has a puggle named Hoot that is basically her number one man (he sleeps in her bed and eats her food – she can’t keep him on a vegan diet, however, so she goes against her rules to keep meat in the house for him) and he’s quite well trained except for the odd eaten shoe or purse. He has a cute but slightly annoying habit of baying and barking at the door anytime someone other than Peyton buzzes up and enters the apartment. After he calms down he trots back to Peyton and puts his paws on her thighs so she can pick him up, which she almost always does. He’s terribly spoiled.
The apartment has two bedrooms, and she’s converted the larger one into a training/dance room for her and some of her dancing friends to practice in for late nights, or when she’s too lazy to go out to the gym. It, other than the kitchen, is her favorite room in the house.
