early 2000’s aftg headcanons
okay you can go ahead and thank soph @themortalravenclaw for this bc tfc is set in 2006 (ish) and never before had i seen the possibility in this so enjoy whatever this is
– nick most definitely had frosted tips at one point
– on that note, matt’s spiked hair
– allison gets the whole team matching psu foxes snap bracelets
– renee owns a pair of those clear sparkly plastic shoes
– and probably listens to christian music bc early 2000’s christian music was a bop
– allison jamaica reynolds: the queen of low rise jeans
– also the girl all wear skorts
– DENIM MICRO MINI SKIRTS
– let’s be honest, denim everything
– allison has like pashmina everything
– someone probably wore a dress over jeans to a banquet at one point
– and/or a lacy slip dress
– ORANGE JUICY COUTURE TRACK SUITS
– and i promise you it wasn’t just the girls who owned these
– oh my god everyone had like ten pairs of lace up jeans
– i could go on for hours about all the fashion you don’t understand
– allison loves butterfly clips
– dan and renee borrow allison’s butterfly clips
– don’t forget the bright blue/red/pink/green/purple eyeshadow
– andrew owns a leather jacket and aaron has the matching leather pants
– allison knows every word to every hannah montana song and quotes that’s so raven daily
-renee’s more of a full house girl herself
– and dan has seen every friends episode start to finish
– she and matt clap during the theme song– sparkly flip phones!!!
– they all have each other on myspace
-neil learns how to make mixtapes on cd’s and makes andrew listen to them
– you think matt owned all those movies they watched in the books? nah fam he had a blockbuster card
– nicky read every harry potter book AS THEY CAME OUT
– seth wore popped collars, shell necklaces, and leather band bracelets
– glossy lips & body glitter
– ((this wasn’t just allison’s thing she helped nicky get ready for columbia every time))– sex in the city marathons
– literally everything about the early 2000’s oh my god
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