#chandler short

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Chandler Top ($60) & Chandler Short ($50) from I AM GIA

[jesncin]

Someone: Hey how do you know so much about SpongeBob?

John, not wanting to admit he absorbed it from putting it on for the ghost of his twin: ..uh.

Chas doesn't understand John's extensive experience with the Spongebob Squarepants lore.

[ex0rin]

THE SPIDER 🕷️: short film

[harringroveera]

The whole thing was Robin’s idea. 

So she had a crush on her gym instructor, but that didn’t mean she had to drag Steve with her to their date. Yet somehow, they ended up at the restaurant anyway. 

Apparently, Robin’s crush wouldn’t go on a date unless her friend could come too. The guy had just been dumped, and she wanted to help him. Robin, of course, didn’t find any reasons to protest that. She found so many reasons to get Steve to come with her, though.

I helped you during your finals, Steve. I got you to go back to Nancy, Steve. I let you borrow five bucks last week, Steve.

In the end, he caved in and went with her.

“Okay, how do I look?” Robin put the silver spoon down on the table and turned to him for help. She bared her teeth. “Do I have anything on my teeth?”

“No, Robin. You’re fine!” he said, groaning as he sank back to his seat. “You know, you owe me big time for this.”

“Think of this as an opportunity for you, Steve. Heather’s friend is really hot. He works at the same place she does. Personal trainer. People ask for his number every day. I saw.��� 

“I don’t know. He was just dumped. Wouldn’t that make him a little, I don’t know, desperate?” 

“And Nancy just dumped you again, when?”

He rolled his eyes, kicking her leg from under the table. “Shut up,” he said. “Okay, fine! You get the pretty one, and I get the pathetic one. That’s our deal.”

“Obviously. You’re not Heather’s type anyway.”

“What’s Heather’s type?”

“Women.”

Steve snorted, straightening his back, when Robin kicked his foot. She pointed at the entrance, where a girl their age walked through the door in her off-shoulder, black dress. From the mesmerized look on Robin’s face, he could only assume this was the Heather she had been crushing on for months and only gathered the nerve to ask out last week.

When Heather spotted them, she smiled, waving her fingers at Robin as she approached their table. Robin nearly tripped while trying to get out of her chair. 

“Hey! Hi,” she said, pulling out a chair for Heather. “Heather, this is Steve, my best friend. The one I told you about.”

“Pretty,” Heather said, and Steve blinked at her confusedly. “My friend would like you.”

“Really? Who did you bring?”

Heather’s lips curled up to form a smirk. She turned to Robin instead. “I have to go wash the cologne smell off my hands. I had to help him with a bit of an emergency earlier,” she said, and Robin nodded. “Can you get me a daiquiri and a whiskey neat for Billy?”

“Sure, yeah, absolutely! One daiquiri and one whiskey neat!”

Heather patted Robin’s hand gently and headed towards the restroom. Steve watched her go, his shoulders tensing up when he finally processed the words she had said.

“What did she just say?” he said, as Robin looked at him. “Did she say Billy?”

“Yeah.”

“Billy. As in, Billy Hargrove?” he hissed.

Robin’s lips parted, but then she let out an unconvinced scoff. “No, no way it’s him. You haven’t seen him since you graduated.”

“And now I’m in California, where Max told me he lives.”

“There’s no way that your high school rival is actually friends with Heather, Steve. It’s a one in a million chance!”

“Steve Harrington.” 

Steve froze, sending Robin a sharp glare that made her shoulders shrink. She gave him an apologetic smile before they both turned to look at the guy standing right in front of their table.

“What are the fucking odds?” 

*

The date, as it turned out, was a disaster. 

He hadn’t seen Hargrove since he graduated. And sure, Max occasionally told her friends things about Hargrove to keep them up to date, and Steve was always there to listen to them, but he had no interest in Hargrove whatsoever. Not since they got into that big fight that ended up with Steve having a broken nose for weeks. He hated the guy.

He was smug and arrogant, and his looks didn’t help either. He was attractive; even Steve had to admit that, but his personality repulsed Steve. 

For Robin, she was rather enjoying her time with her crush. The two of them had been talking since the date started, and Steve had been glaring at Hargrove since the date—not a date—started.

“I see that your nose healed nicely, Harrington,” Hargrove said, and Steve narrowed his eyes on him.

“Yeah. No thanks to you.”

It made Hargrove laugh. That bright, annoying laugh that Steve found irritating. “Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about that. It was, what, seven years ago?” 

“You broke my nose!”

“You kidnapped my sister.”

“I didn’t—” He took a deep breath, swallowing the bubbling anger down. “I didn’t kidnap her! I was driving her to Dustin’s place. They had a stupid game night. I just—I didn’t even know she snuck out of the house.”

“So what you’re saying is, it’s your fault you got a broken nose?”

Steve heaved a breath and said, “Sure, and how is single life treating you after you got dumped?” 

Hargrove laughed again, which was getting annoying. “It’s cool.”

“And here I thought you’d never be dumped,” he remarked. “King Hargrove. Always the dumper, never the dumpee. Weren’t you with Munson for a long time?” 

“We were,” Hargrove said, “until he realized he got a thing for older men, not younger.”

Steve blinked at him in surprise, flicking the piece of carrot in his place. “Oh.”

“And you? Last time Heather talked to me about you, you were with Wheeler. Again.”

“Of course, because I just love talking about him,” Heather said, deadpan.

“We were together for a while, yeah,” Steve said, “then she realized she had a thing for women.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Hargrove’s lips. He said, “Looks like we both had bad luck in relationships.”

“Looks like you both got dumped,” Robin said. “And looks like Heather and I are leaving.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, sorry. We really have to go.” She flashed Steve a guilty smile, patting his shoulder and leaning closer to whisper in his ear, “Heather said she’s very flexible, not just at the gym, and now I really want to find out what that means.”

“God, Robin. Fine, go!” he said, waving his hand in dismissal as she squeezed his arm. 

“Thank you!”

She gave him another smile before disappearing with Heather, leaving him completely alone with Hargrove, who was possibly the worst choice to spend the night with. He sighed, sinking back into the chair and darting his eyes to Hargrove. The guy was already smiling at him.

“What?” he said.

Hargrove shrugged, twirling his fingertip around the rim of his whiskey glass. “Nothing. Just thinking about how I’d need another drink.”

“Yeah, me too,” Steve said. “You aren’t gonna break my nose this time, right?”

“Not unless you kidnap my sister again.” Hargrove gave him a wink, and Steve gulped. When did he get so much more charming than before? 

“I wasn’t,” Steve said. “It was a misunderstanding. I already explained everything to you.”

“Yeah, I heard both yours and Max’s stories already,” Hargrove said, taking the champagne bottle and pouring it into Steve’s empty glass. 

“Woah, hey.” He snorted, nudging at the bottle in Hargrove’s hand when the champagne nearly touched the rim. “You’re trying to get me drunk and get in my pants or something?” 

“You want me to?” 

Steve stared at him. He cleared his throat and said, “Of course not.”

*

When Steve woke up in the morning, it was from the constant buzzing of his phone on the nightstand. He scrolled past the missed calls and unopened messages from Robin with half-lidded eyes. The last one was a text from Robin asking if anything bad had happened the night before.

He flinched when an arm draped over his chest. He widened his eyes and turned his head, taking in the sight—the person—next to him. Their limbs were tangled, and there was a nest of messy blond hair buried in his shoulder blade. 

His eyes darted down to the skull tattoo on the man’s arm. Steve let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, fuck. I slept with Billy Hargrove. Oh, god.”

“Yeah, you did. Now shut up,” Hargrove said groggily into his shoulder, squeezing his midriff tighter. “Or do you want me to leave?”

Steve gulped, glancing at their entwined and very naked limbs. Memories of last night came back to him, shoving five amazing orgarms back in his face. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Besides, Hargrove was really warm, and his morning wood was poking against Steve’s hips, like a promise to the sixth orgasm he would be experiencing soon.

“No,” he mumbled quietly, embarrassment filling his cheeks with heat. He put a hand over Billy’s arm, tilting his face to breathe in his cologne. “No, you can stay.”

[toxinoire]

Finally, I can write again!

This is how I visualize the final scene went down. A mix of both the 1988 movie and the musical.

~~~~~~

"Say hi to God."

Kaboom

Veronica, with a cigarette between her fingers and a sprained ankle, made her way through the school hallway as the other students ran past her to see where the explosion came from.

She contemplated.

She feels nothing.

Is she happy that four people had to fucking die? Absolutely not.

But...

When she looks at who are dead, Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, Jason Dean...

Honestly she only feels bad for Heather. Because as much of a bitch as she was, she had her good moments. Moments that made her seem slightly human.

Kurt and Ram, she doesn't care. Those two were rapists. She doesn't like that she pulled the trigger, but Kurt and Ram being dead meant nothing to her.

As for JD....

She hopes he sees his mother. She hopes his father grows a brain and realizes his son is gone because he was never a father to him.

But as for him literally exploding in front of her...

She feels nothing.

She can only mourn that JD she first met, the lost boy who wanted his mother and was sweet, kind, a gentleman, and caring. Not the one that died in front of her.

The crowds moved past her, Veronica is too tired to even care that no one is asking what happened to her, why she looks disheveled and has blood running down her head.

Well,

Someone did say something.

"Veronica." Heather Duke called her, in all red. Veronica can't deny that she looks good in it, but still, she hates her in it. "You look like hell." Heather Duke moved closer to her, as if to inspect her. Veronica notices the slight concern in her eyes, and how she seems to be holding back her hands from reaching out to Veronica.

Veronica hates that last detail. Heather used to always reach out to her.

"Yeah?" Veronica chuckles. "I just got back."

Then, another voice calls her. "Veronica!"

Veronica and Heather Duke turn around to see Heather McNamara running to them. "Where have you been?!"

Heather Mac looks worried. Like, really really worried. "Miss Flemming told us you killed yourself." Heather Mac actually reaches out to her, inspecting her injuries, before she rests her hands on Veronica's face.

Veronica doesn't even hide how she leans into the touch.

She then sees the red fucking scrunchie and snaps back to where she is.

Veronica moves closer to Heather Duke and turns her around to take that damn thing off her.

"Veronica, what are you doing?" Heather Duke asks.

The students who were originally going to run past them stops in their tracks when they see Veronica with the scrunchie.

She wears it on her wrist and raises it up.

Time to actually do something.

"Listen up folks, war is over. Brand new sheriff's come to town." Veronica knows she sounds tired, but fuck that. "We are done with acting evil, we will lay out weapons down." She ties her hair with the scrunchie.

Everyone is watching her.

Good.

"We're all damaged, we're all frightened, we're all freaks. But that's alright. We'll endure it, we'll survive it-" Veronica pauses slightly when she sees Betty and Martha by the crowd. She calls them. "Martha, Betty."

They both turn to look at her, clearly resisting the urge to move. Veronica takes a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?"

Martha and Betty look at each other, before turning back to Veronica. They actually move forward this time.

It was silent for a while.

"What?" Martha breaks the silence.

"Uh, my date to pep rally blew-"

Accidental slip

"-me off..."

That's better

"So I was wondering if you guys weren't doing anything tonight we could pop some jiffy pop? Rent a video?" Veronica can hear how hopeful she sounds.

She doesn't have the right to be hopeful after what she did, but she still is.

"Something with a happy ending." She finishes. Veronica really wants a happy ending right now.

"Are there any happy endings?" Martha asks. Gosh, she sounds so tired. Betty isn't even looking at her in the eye.

Veronica looks at everyone around them and sighs. She turns back to her--hopefully still best friends. "I can't promise no more Heathers, high school may not ever end." She steps closer. "Still I miss you, I'd be honored-" She swallows. "If you'd let me be your friend."

"My friend." Martha says, as she takes Veronica by the hand and pulls her into a hug.

"We can be seventeen. We can learn how to chill." Veronica feels tears form in her eyes as Martha joins her. "If no one-"

Then, Betty joins them. "-loves me now, someday somebody will." She finally meets Veronica's gaze. "We can be seventeen. Still time to make things right. One day we'll change the world, but let's kick back tonight."

This time, it's Veronica who reaches out her to Heather Duke and Heather Mac.

Heather Mac immediately grabs her hand. "Let's go be seventeen. Take off our clothes and dance."

Veronica walks, well, limps, towards Heather Duke and reaches out, a silent plea in her eyes. Heather Duke hesitantly takes her hand, and once she has fully held it, Veronica pulls her into a hug.

Heather Duke puts one hand on Veronica's back, lightly returning the hug. But she grips onto Veronica's jacket as if it's a lifeline.

Veronica sighed. She really missed her. She didn't like what the scrunchie turned her into.

But holy shit, did she missed her.

"Act like we're all still kids, cause this could be our final chance."

Veronica smiles as she sees Betty, Martha, Heather M, and Heather D all try to be nice to each other.

Maybe they can all be friends.

Now everyone is joining them.

"Always be seventeen

Celebrate you and I

maybe we won't grow old.

And maybe then we'll never die."

Veronica feels happy. Genuinely, happy.

She missed that.

"We'll make it beautiful."

Veronica swears she hears Heather Chandler's voice.

"We'll make it beautiful.

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful"

This really feels like a win for Veronica.

[evewasheretoday]

Veronica was friends with Heather.

Well, friends wouldn't exactly be the word she would use to describe their relationship. Acquaintances, maybe? No— It was more like they were business partners.

But recently, Veronica felt like something changed between them and she didn't know what exactly.

Heather was still Heather. She was almighty, bitchy and demonic same as ever.

But something about the way Heather looked at her lately made her feel off. Like someone had replaced her friend (if you could even call them that) with a stranger.

Because not only had Veronica felt something change between them, Heather hasn't been acting exactly like herself for weeks now.

She hadn't shouted at Heather Duke for the smallest of things. She hadn't mocked any of Heather McNamara's lovey-dovey thoughts about Ram. And hell, she hadn't complained that much about Martha or JD for a few days now!

And while it would seem like a blessing or a miracle for most - like maybe a sign of Heather fucking Chandler having an actual beating human heart inside of her or so.

Veronica did not believe any of that.

No, something was definitely up.

I mean, It was almost as if Heather had become... someone else.

Which comes to this very moment right now.

“Okay, Heather.” Veronica took a deep breath before continuing. “Did you hit your head on a croquet mallet or have you genuinely decided to join the ranks of the decent human beings? I need answers.”

“If this is a ploy to annoy me before breakfast, congratulations, it's working.“ Heather sighed.

“Did your evil twin take a vacation? Did you get abducted by aliens?” Okay, Veronica knows she shouldn't be questioning these types of things but she wouldn't know anything if she didn't ask about it. Besides that, what if SOMETHING did happen to Heather? “Because as far as I know, the Heather I know doesn't do nice.” Veronica added.

“I don't know what game you're playing, Veronica.” Heather glared at her. “But I'm not in the mood for it.”

“Ah.”

“So fuck off.”

Heather shut the door before the brunette could say anything else.

“Did she read a self-help book or did she finally realize that being a jerk isn't a sustainable life strategy?”

“I heard that, Sawyer!!”

And with that, Veronica started to run as far as she could away from Heather's house.

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Originally published in the January 1920 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine.

[ibellebeez]

The Laugh Track Follows

My emotions are like the mountains and valleys in a heart monitor

Right now I lie in the dry heat

My body low to the ground

But not exactly on the floor

Friends is on repeat for probably the seventh time

“What must it be like to not be crippled by

fear and self loathing?” Chandler asks

The laugh track follows as if his pain was a joke

And maybe it is

Maybe its funny I am burning out like the end of a cigarette

My body falls lower

Smoke escapes from my ears

“How you doin’?” Joey asks

I am becoming a tree Joey

Roots growing into the floor beneath me

My emotions weigh me down to the dirt

[mariocki]

The Forgotten (Don't Look in the Basement, 1973)

"Perhaps I shouldn't have come here at all."

"I don't think there's any point in our talking about your leaving, Miss Beale. You forget, you were very anxious to take this job. I made special provisions for you to be here."

"I realise that, but I don't know what to do!"

"I'm the doctor and you're the nurse, and what I do decides what you will do!"

[number1tailsdollfan]

funny joke au stuff again!!!

(all the characters have anthro versions of their warrior cats au designs so I don’t have to draw humans,, work smarter not harder!!11)

featuring (in order of appearance, from left to right): Ronny JaZeR, Dunbun, and PRESTON!!

yes the choice of characters for the heathers may be a bit odd,, I might explain that one day

“I like!”

“Looking hot! Buying stuff, they cannot!”

[silkchvffon]

closed for @invcntions as per usual atp

« LINCOLN, PLEASE, » marci begs as she pounds on his door, her heart racing so hard in her chest that it's the only thing she can hear. « i know you're angry, you have every right to be, but this is urgent. » she recalls kyle's words and feels the noose around her throat tighten with the memory. she shouldn't have said half the things she did, and now she has to live with the consequences — which isn't what scares her. the truly terrifying part is she can't ensure her boys' safety. « it might ... i don't ... koa and elias might be in danger. »

[thenerdsofcolor]

Chandler Riggs and Andy Chen on Their Spider-Man-Inspired Horror Short, 'The Spider'

Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Does whatever a spider can! We’re so used to this applying to an iconic superhero. But what if radiation poisoning combined with arachnid DNA actually resulted in something terrifying? That’s the basis behind Andy Chen’s short film — a horror take on Spider-Man — called The Spider. Continue reading Chandler Riggs and Andy Chen on Their Spider-Man-Inspired Horror Short,…

[vusvos]

Thank you, Sabrina, for giving me a shoulder to cry on during this shitty shitty breakup.

[raiidsol]

i watched a friends episode this morning and realized something that some people will walk with me, some will call me crazy. chose your fighter and hear me out.

in "the one with the routine", rachel, phoebe and chandler went searching for the christmas gifts that monica bought for them. I won't get deep into the context but (since it´s one of the places they search for the gifts and it´s the place where chandler hid the gifts he bought for them) the word "closet" is said multiple times. they are wearing this palette during the whole thing, by the way.

important to note that in this specifc shot the girls are laughing about an "embarassing" item they found in chandler's old closet. yes, it´s one of the "chandler is gay" "jokes" but I don't think that it´s a joke. and I don't think he's gay either. in case it isn't clear enough, those are the exact colors of the bi flag.

"the show is old, they would never do that on purpose" yeah, maybe. but it's funny to me how the flag was designed in 1998 and this episode came out in 1999. and, besides, that's what queer-coding is about. and chandler definitely is queer-coded.

"ok, but he loves monica. he can't be bi" SO, THERE'S THIS THING

[atopvisenyashill]

if i did a reread of the walking dead and wrote an essay on how aegon ii and carl are doomed to be the last man standing by their narratives, and what starts out as a sort of cool & nifty super power of always surviving turns into this horrific curse where everyone they know is dying around them & sometimes it’s their fault & sometimes it’s not but either way they can’t ever stop it until they’re sitting at the ending with nothing but their lone daughter to protect but so broken they can no longer connect to her and then their story abruptly ends-

would that be like the Most stupid, nerdy thing i have ever done in my life or

[manwrre]

shoutout to all fellow aries (esp the march ones ie. billy hargrove 💙❤️ and james potter ❤️💛). our season is approaching slowly but surely!!! i can’t wait to see sm birthday appreciation fics for some of our most adventurous, funny, brave, talented and kind favorite characters. they all shine in some way shape or form fr and remain memorable to us in some capacity (mainly the fact that they’re up to no good). i can’t wait to celebrate the coming month with them.