"we've Been Separated For So Long I Forgot About How Bad Of An Influence You Could Be On Me, Mal." Salem

"you can never have too many crops! i practically live in them when the weather is warmer plus you can make them work with almost anything." salem nodded in agreement. it was typically the most normal day to day things like a shopping trip with a friend that made her feel content. though she was slightly distracted from her own personal relationship drama she truly was enjoying astrids company. "a crop top with low rise jeans and a faux fur coat is very it girl of you...look at you turning into an insta baddie on me!" she let out a giggle at the thought. "actually, i think it's criminal we have to do brat summer in the freezing cold but props to you for keeping it alive." salem could feel astrid's slight judgement from the sweaters but she couldn't blame her. truthfully she needed to put something slutty on and hit the club. "it's just leon he'll be fine." she replied dismissively before changing the subject. "this is more important anyways. i should ditch the sweaters shouldn't i?"

                 ⋆.˚ ❝  ok…  on-trend  is  always  a  plus..  i  don’t  know..  i’m  already  pretty  fond  of  crops  —  my  ass  does  look  great  though.  ❞  she  trusts  salem’s  taste,  it  was  impossible  not  to  when  the  woman  looked  and  dressed  as  well  as  she  did.  with  one  that  spent  most  time  prioritizing  comfort  over  necessarily  looking  her  best  these  trips  always  felt  just  a  bit  wasted  on  astrid  but  she  did  love  finding  club  outfits  that  toed  the  line  of  being  just  a  bit  too  much.  was  this  so  different?  it  was  just  a  little  brighter  out.  ❝  y’know  what  !  screw  it.  i’m  getting  these  jeans  if  nothing  else  these  would  kill  at  the  club.  a  faux  fur  coat…  i  just  got  this  new  crop  that’s  practically  a  bra  at  this  point…  i’ve  been  streaming  365.  whatever  !  ❞  she  tosses  a  shrug  at  salem,  grabbing  the  additional  pants  hanging  in  the  changing  room  and  shuffling  out  as  she  riffled  through  the  clothes  she’d  already  tried  on  —  picking  among  the  tops  she  was  surely  going  to  keep;  her  eyes  falling  on  salem’s  collection.  ❝  ok  your  turn  !  what  are  we  looking  at…  are  those  all  sweaters  ?  and  please  feel  free  to  pick  up,  well  unless  it  was  a  scammer  i  guess.  ❞ ─ ✶⋆.˚

normally salem wasn't one to go out to the club alone ( especially her frequent spot club divine ) but since arriving back in valpo she knew she needed to let off some steam and let her hair down. after about twenty minutes of mingling with randoms and a couple shots with a group of girls she met at the bar salem practically jumped out of her skin with excitement upon realizing nevaeh was the guest dj for the night. 'finally a familiar face' she thought while moving her way through the crowd towards the other's set up. "thank god you're here!!!" salem yelled out to her before embracing her in a tight hug. it was comforting being around nevaeh because the two always managed to have fun no matter what the occasion was and it was just what salem needed right now. "i know! but i got hit with major um...drama i guess you could say when i got back that threw me through a fucking loop but that's another story for later." finishing off the rest of her drink. "how have you been? if you let me linger around the booth tonight i promise not to embarrass you. i actually came alone."

status / closed , ( @cybermuses ) location / club divine

               the   surprise   on   nevaeh's   features   was   evident.   as   a   guest dj   for   club   divine's   rooftop   party,   nevaeh   hadn't   expected   to   see   any   familiar   face   in   the   audience   because   she   hadn't   set   out   any   invites.   it   was   a   last   minute   decision,   the   previous   performer   flaking   out   and   other   bland   explanations   nevaeh   stopped   listening   after   they   told   her   how   much   she   was   getting   paid.   all   that   to   say,   she   wasn't   expecting   to   see   anyone   she   knew.   especially   salem.   she   thought   she'd   still   be   in   la.                nevaeh   was   never   one   to   drink   while   performing   so   it   didn't   take   long   for   salem's   features   to   register.   nearly   ripping   her   headphones   off   her   head,   her   squeal   echoed   through   her   headphones   as   she   hopped   from   behind   her   set   up   onto   the   dancefloor   and   racing   at   full   speed   towards   her.   "   no   fucking   shit,   salem   !   "   nevaeh   exclaimed,   delighted   to   see   her   as   she   wrapped   her   in   a   tight   embrace.   "   you   don't   know   how   to   call,   nobody   or   what   ?   "

status: open @valpostart location: el café de los gatos

“so like….hypothetically speaking if someone wanted one of these cats could they have one?” she asked the person beside her while her gaze was fixed on a larger grey tabby cat. salem being at the cat cafe wouldn’t surprise anyone ( neither would wanting to take in a random stray ) and she knew it would have to be one of the first stops she made as soon as she came back to town. as she crouched down to pet it she wondered how much her own cat would object to a sibling. she seemed to do well with “boat cat” after all. “i mean obviously i would pay for it and ask if i could have it but like can the cats leave with human if they want to?” 

status: closed for @alkaliineee // solana

salem beamed as she strolled through the vineyard with solana. she couldn't contain her enthusiasm as the two picked grapes and placed them in the basket. "i'm super excited for this, can you believe i've never done a wine tasting before either?" she said to the other. grape picking and creating your own wine was completely different from salem's typical idea of fun but she was quickly starting to adapt to trying new things while living in valpo. "please don't roast me too hard on how little i know about it all." she said a bit embarrassed. "my parents are more of the whiskey in a dive bar types than wine sipping on a vineyard you know?"

"are you okay" no can we change the topic before i start oversharing

if there was one thing salem couldn’t say no to it was a shopping trip. retail therapy had always been her go to no matter what she was dealing with in life. this time around though she was happy to just simply tag along while valentina shopped around for some new clothes. while she waited she scrolled through instagram briefly, a smile stretching across her lips as the other emerged from the dressing room. “you look fucking amazing!” she exclaimed, probably a little too loud in the boutique dressing room. "well...as far as it being too much it really depends on what the occasion is?" not that the other needed a special occasion to wear it anyways. "i also feel like you're technically never overdressed. i think you should go for it." she nodded with approval.

»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― plaza de sol

valentina slid back the curtain to the dressing room in one of the local boutiques plaza de sol had to offer, stepping out like a model on a catwalk before striking a pose in front of the other; long limbs on display in a barely there, black, glittering scrap or fabric dress that had been calling her name from the moment she saw it on the mannequin through the front window. “ what do you think? “ while the opinions of others weren’t held in too high of a regard, she would be lying if she said there wasn’t a part of her that craved approval, attention. doing a one-eighty, she turned toward the mirror, dark hues roaming over her reflection as her hands skimmed over her hips, smoothing the second-skin like fabric. “ too much? or just enough? “

status: closed for @skidemark // aviva

between the glue and the popsicle sticks salem had a giant mess of a pile sitting in front of her that was supposed to resemble a small house. building one out of miscellaneous items seemed like a fun idea at first but salem quickly realized she wasn't as crafty as she thought she was. "fuck it, i'm officially giving up on this. we can just say my home was demolished." she threw her hands up in defeat and let out a small chuckle. looking over at aviva curiously she noticed the other was hyper focused on her own project. "please tell me yours is going better than mine did?"

status: closed for @bvlladonnas // birdie

"okay so confession..." salem said while dramatically placing a hand on birdies shoulder. "i know i've been pretty open to trying a lot of random shit while being here, but i might have to draw the line at grape stomping." watching on as others participated she scrunched her face up. salem shuddered at the thought of mushy grapes on her bare feet. "i mean, i just don't think i could get behind drinking wine that other people's feet have been in. also is this really sanitary? i know it's tradition but isn't there a more efficient way to do this?"

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🎈, 🏹, 🔮 <3

🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?

"definitely the new music i'm working on. i just wrote a super sapphic love song that's kinda cheesy but cute as hell."

🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?

"i' would have definitely put my foot down for more normalcy. i kinda just rolled with the punches as far as how i grew up and i wish i knew what boundaries were so i wasn't so exposed.

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"well, most my childhood was spent with cameras around me 24/7 so not really having my own safe space growing up made me very adamant in having one as an adult. but I also try to provide that for others if im able to.”