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[thingsforrp]

                                 ησ σηε cαяεs υηℓεss                                        үσυ'яε ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ                                          σя ᴅ ʏ ɪ ɴ ɢ

[marcdemacro]

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White Teeth Teens | Lorde

I won’t be smiling but the notes from my admirers fill my dashboard just the same.

[pctrickbateman-blog]

            i have all the characteristics of a human being.                                                             but i simply do not

                                                              exist.

[fearled]

         ❛ BULLIES? Are you trying to tell me the most respected female student at Blackwell Academy is in danger of being bullied? ❜        He didn’t get paid enough for this.  Another sigh breezes past his lips as he pointedly glances away from Heather, making no attempt to hide his displeasure at her blatantly flirtatious actions.  Whatever she needed to discuss with him better have been something serious, or he was likely to lose his cool.         ❛ Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical.  Now – what is it that you wanted to tell me? ❜

[teflonbitch-blog]

           A gentle pout tugs at the young woman’s rouged lips at the man’s       dismissive statement. Of course, it’s not as if she were actually expecting       him to fawn over her and drown her in sympathy, but she would still make       a show of it. Shifting to straighten her torso just slightly, Heather crosses        her arms across her chest. Demure and insecure. Hardly. 

      “ Mr. Jefferson, as a teacher and a mentor isn’t it your job to take all of your       students’ concerns seriously? I can’t believe that you’re invalidating my       feelings like this. That hurts. ”

      A slender hand flits to where her heart should be. Though whether or not       Heather actually has one is arguable.

      “ If the students at Blackwell Academy knew I was having trouble in my       classes they would absolutely CRUCIFY me! Make fun of me! I would be a        laughingstock. And here I come to ask you for help and you won’t listen.       I just want to be better at photography, Mr. Jefferson. I need extra help. ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

"Heather, I don't think Heather's coming over. Looks like it's just you and me!"

      “ Boo, what a whore. Whatever. She can stay at home and stuff her      bra and try to figure out how to hide that awful asymmetric boob job.      we don’t need her. She’s uninvited. Not like she was ever any fun at       slumber parties anyway. ”

[fearled]

               ❛ THAT’S NOT– ❜          He sighs and lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, choosing his next words as carefully as possible.  The last thing he needs is to say something that she could misconstrue – which, as of late, he’d quickly learned she was prone to do.              ❛ … I understand.  However, I’d like to protect myself as well, Heather.  And if Principal Wells walks by and just so happens to see that door closed while I’m talking with a student… ❜

[teflonbitch-blog]

      “ You talk to a room full students all day every day with the door closed.        I’m sure Principal Wells would understand you talking to a student       one-on-one, Mr. Jefferson. It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, anyway.       Just talking. ”

      Of course, by ‘talking,’ Heather means perching on the edge of the large       wooden desk with one leg primly crossed over the other. She’s dangerously       close and incredibly casual.        Manicured fingers card through golden waves meticulously, pulling the locks       forward to drape about her shoulders. 

      “ You see how those bullies treat poor little Kate Marsh. I don’t want to risk       that. I just don’t think I could handle it, Mr. Jefferson, I really don’t. ”

[sullenbeauty-deactivated2018060]

                                                     there’s a room where the light won’t find you                                               holding hands while the walls comes tumbling down                                                                           when they do, 

                     I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

[adrisama]

{ h e a t h e r   c h a n d l e r } 

are we gonna have a problem? you got a bone to pick? you’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my DICK?  i’d normally slap your face off. and everyone here could watch. but i’m feeling nice, so here’s some advice: LISTEN UP,  B I O T C H! chandler//mcnamara//duke//veronica//jd//masterpost

[fearled]

@teflonbitch

          ❛ MISS CHANDLER – I understand that this is a private conversation, but I’d really prefer that you leave the classroom door open.  There’s no reason to have it shut. ❜

[teflonbitch-blog]

     “ You know how Blackwell is, Mr. Jefferson. The students here are totally       brutal. I just don’t want my business out in the halls. I’m sure that if someone       heard me talking to you about private business, they’d blast it all over        twitter or something. I’d like to protect myself. ”  

[sarchived]

Heather must at least understand where blue blazered teen stands. She’s a virgin to this whole PARTY DEAL, and it shows in stumbling steps, stupid grin plastered onto her lips that hover over cheap, plastic cup of her own. The want to impress her new coworkers went out the window with first three shots, Veronica’s a little too far gone to think before she speaks.                  “ Sounds like a BLAST. I’m having such a great time, Heather. Everything is so v e r y. Are there any more of those jell-o shots? ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

     “ You don’t need another one of ‘those jell-o shots.’ ”

     Even Heather couldn’t believe the words that were coming out      of her mouth. Usually, the viper was all about letting the lessers      run wild, but when she was babysitting, Veronica’s actions were      on her aerobicized ass. It was a reflection on her. On all of them.      As absolutely fucking hilarious it was to watch the tenderfoot make      a mess of herself, it would not be so hilarious when she managed      to make a m e s s of the other three.

     “ You’re one of us now, Veronica. ” Her words were sharp. Cold.      Vicious. “ You have an image to keep, and if you ruin this party       for the rest of us, I won’t hesitate to put you down. ”

[kcnsingtcn]

     “ Thanks, Heather. I almost like your outfit, too––––bet it hides the bloodstains pretty well. ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

     “ It’s a perk, at least, ” 

      She snorts, raising her hands and smoothing over the bright r e d       fabric on her midsection. It’s not correction, it’s a preen. A        ‘Look at me.’ It’s her signature color, after all. Heather admires         herself in it. 

      “ It’s a power color. Not that I’d expect you to understand. I feel bad         for you. It must suck to be colorblind, Vivian. You should let us give         you a MAKEOVER. ”

[fearled]

                                  ALWAYS TAKE THE SHOT.

[sarchived]

Veronica doesn’t quite let the self-applauding comment from red reach her booze muffled ears, shot for shot taken to smooth out the harshness of Heather’s words. She’s not going to admit it, but she might just be RIGHT. After all, how many times in her high school career can Veronica say she felt cool? That she felt WELCOMED?                “ This is like how it is in the MOVIES. Where’s the Brat Pack ?? ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

   “ The movies. How very.  That’s cute, Veronica. ”   

      An inebriated passerby is her opportunity for a free drink,       and she acts quickly while the chance is hers. Nimble,        RED manicured fingers snatch the equally red solo cup out of       their clumsy, unsuspecting hands. Taking a sip of her spoils        and leaving residue of rouged lips behind, Heather s i g h s.    “ Macnamara is probably getting double-humped by Kurt and Ram.       Duke is probably in the bathroom, soaking her hair in the toilet bowl. ”

[sullenbeauty-deactivated2018060]

@teflonbitch|| starter call.

    ❝ i think i’m getting better at those make-up tricks      you taught me.  seriously—where’d  you  learn  those?❞

[teflonbitch-blog]

     “ Christ, well I hope so. I can’t stand around doing       your makeup every morning like I’m your fucking mom       or something. ”      When yellow has cheer and green is too busy      upchucking her morning granola, it’s the Sainted Mother      Chandler’s job to make sure that Tenderfoot Veronica isn’t      s m e a r i n g their image. It’s meticulous work, but doing      the art herself is better than letting a b a b y scribble on       her face with marker.

     “ Donna Mills: The Eyes Have It. You know, that VHS I       loaned you and you never gave back? ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

@andrehcrris  ∥ ( ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ͨᵃˡˡ )

       “ You aren’t from around here. How cute. What are you, a transfer? ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

@greedbound  ∥ ( ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ͨᵃˡˡ )

      “ What in the absolute fuck is wrong with your face? ”

[teflonbitch-blog]

@kcnsingtcn  ∥ ( ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ͨᵃˡˡ )

      “ Cute look! It’s very... Funeral-Chic. I actually almost like it. ”