Alexa Demie

sixteen candles (1984) dir. john hughes 

what is your dream profession?

child of a rich person who doesn’t have to do anything

@starletwrites

Ava Gardner and Robert Walker in ONE TOUCH OF VENUS (1948) dir. William A. Seiter

We’re all we have left. We ought to be able to stick together against everything. If we don’t have each other, we don’t have anything.

THE OUTSIDERS 1983 | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

izzyindie​:

once they speakers and outside voices finally seemed to drown out, vanessa realized it really was just her and mike. she knew what the game meant and what most of her friends were planning on doing once they with their respective crushes, but for vanessa the way wasn’t as clear. vanessa wasn’t as comfortable as those around her in being undressed or the catcalling from the boys during gym. boys like mike dallas. it would be a lie to say she didn’t keep her ear somewhat pressed onto the grapevine around Guelph in regards to the boy. vanessa knew the stories, the whispers, and from the way girls swooned just to get a smile there had to be some light to them. 

but vanessa didn’t want to let that sway her too much.  after all, if that’s what dallas was into or wanted to do––she wasn’t what he wanted. the girls at their school hiked their skirts up, applied make up like walking instagram filters, and tight fitting uniforms. vanessa on the other-hand only had her small size going for her which forced her skirt to be above her knees which the basketball team happily told her time and time again. 

right now though, she’d enjoy whatever time she had left with him and go back to day dreaming about him and what she wished she would have had more courage to do during cheer practice. “nice to finally be formally introduced to the myth and legend that is Mike Dallas,” she joked lightheartedly. “are you… are you excited for the game this weekend?”

He enjoyed the air she held around her, something different than the usual people he was used to being around. It was different, he wasnt afraid to admit that. Used to girls openly spilling what they felt to him, or simply throwing themselves at them. He could sense something from her, whether it was nerves or uncomfortableness or simply something else; he wasn’t sure. The words spoke about it him around the halls of degrassi wasn’t anything secret, they weren’t at the top of the food chain quite yet but people still liked to talk.

Dallas wasn’t a stranger to the words spoken about Vanessa through the various sports team. She wasn’t quite like the other girls that were more than ready to let the team do what they wanted. And that intrigued Dallas, something he kept to himself. Not for fear of what his team or the other guys would say around the halls. But because he understood her difference, she was something else around the halls and he enjoyed her presence. Dallas wanted to get to know her more and more as time passed, he just wasn’t sure how to go about it.

He hoped that tonight would span more conversations and times they could be together, but for now he’d take what he could get and at least talk to her. A small chuckle falling from his lips, his tongue licking his lips slightly before nodding. “Excited, and a lil nervous as usual. No matter how many times I’ve done it they’re still there,” he shrugged lightly, “I can only assume you’re joining us all there?”

That ‘70s Show (1998 — 2006) Jackie Says Cheese

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he matches her expression. thick brows raised, just subtly at her comment about getting lucky. angel wasn’t sure that he even believed in luck,  not in the sense of four leafed clovers and wishing on stars anyway. all his luck had to be created, almost manufactured to the point that he didn’t know if it still qualified as luck at all, or rather just the universe finally throwing throwing him a bone. but in the moment, hearing the word spring so confidently from her lips, he’s certain that she could get him to believe in anything as long as it comes out in that same silvery tone. 

“well versed, huh? well how’s about a deal? if your fiancé doesn’t walk through those doors in the next twenty minutes i’ll smoke you out in my car–” he mentions, feeling a little bold. usually tries not to get high off his own supply, but for this one he makes a mental note to simply pay himself back. “and if it ain’t some of the best shit you’ve ever had i’ll get you whatever you want to eat after” he realizes that if his boss caught wind of his little plan he’d be without a job before he could say ‘munchies’, but he rationalizes it in his head as a friendly gesture. anyone knows that food is only the next logical step to follow a fat joint, and if they picked up buffalo wings and ate them in the front seat it most certainly did not qualify as a date. 

he lingers in their handshake maybe a little longer than he should’ve. and he never feels shy, but for some reason can’t resist the urge to briefly break eye-contact as she too leans a little closer. “well…anything” he speaks in earnest, “anything you want, but bonus if it’s funny-” he notices tamara start to clean, doesn’t want to be left behind on the hull so he at least makes himself look busy by wiping down the same spot three times over. “here i’ll go first. when i was in the second grade my mama shaved my head–i’m talking bald, bald mr. clean type shit. i don’t know if it was a miami thing or what, but all the moms shaved their kids heads to make their hair grow in better. only thing is–most of em’ did it before their kids even turned two, so here they are with these full heads of hair by the time we’re seven and i’m over here looking like vin diesel” one of his proudest accomplishments is making sure that no photographs from that era have ever seen the light of day, but even without the physical evidence the image in his mind’s eye is clear as day. “so boom, valentine’s day rolls around like a week after, and my shit is still looking tragic. and there was this one girl, lorena cook, that i had my ma get a little extra candy for because i’d been planning for months to ask her out on the big day. but i couldn’t step to my honey with a jacked up hairline. soo…i went in my abuelita’s wig closet, got one of her short wigs and cut it even shorter so it was mad patchy, and stuffed it in my bag to wear to school the next day, so it went from mr. clean to little richard if he let ray charles do his line ups..needless to say that ended with my teacher calling home crying laughing and a chancla to the face” 

Lia slowly placed her hand back into her lap as he let go, suddenly aware of the lost warmth, a slight draft enveloping her hand back into the chill of the room. Red manicured fingers circling the stem of the glass, bringing it to her matching lips and sipping as he spoke. Laughing at the animated way he told the story, picturing the current curly locks on his head gone and an egg in its place. “I feel like I’ve heard this story from one or two cousins at one point but continue,” she quipped, hanging onto every word as if it was the best story she heard. Hoping to one day get him to show her a picture to replace the image she was creating herself. Her hand softly covering her mouth as she tried to hide the laugh that bubbled out as he finished his story, her smile evident as she finally dropped it back to her lap. “I think you would’ve looked great, egghead or horrible lace front aside,”

“Now, I can’t say I have bad hair stories, one thing my mama and older sister instilled in me was to make sure your hair was always put together,” shrugging slightly, “however, i do have a bad wardrobe moment,” sipping her drink one more time before sitting up straighter in her seat. “When i was probably about 8 or 9, my cousin Tori was always in pageants as we grew up. And I of course wanted the pretty princess dress with the ginormous poof that dragged on the ground and got dirty within four seconds of wearing it. But it was toris thing and I didn’t want to infringe on her thing even at a young age. My mother however, thought differently and enrolled me in a pageant. So there I was, backstage at my first pageant, watching all the other girls perform their talents. And I had decided I was gonna do some tumbling, you know the flips and bounces you see gymnasts or cheerleaders do,” her hands bouncing around in front of her like she was trying to show what she meant with her fingers, “I was always good at it, picked it up quick, so I knew it would do good with judges. Wellll, I decided I would wear my bright magenta gown to do these tumbling tricks, the more movement the better right? Wrong. I started my first handspring and as I landed on my feet, the right one landed on the bottom of the dress and as i stood up a loud rip was heard and the room went silent. Now, Amelia being the center of attention I am, decided I was gonna just keep going and act like it never happened. Except when I landed on it again, this time ripping the entire skirt off thanks to the first rip, and my care bear underwear on display for everyone backstage and in front of me, never did another pageant again. Tori could keep it and I’d move on to cheerleading, no long dresses involved,” and to this day, Lia will typically be found in a short dress, or a two piece skirt and top.

@izzyindie @starletwrites

The Powerpuff Girls

Amelia Rosenburg, Tori Santamaria, And Vanessa Montgomery

@toriscnta @thevmontgomery