#he is so heather chandler

[strawglicks]

collection of graham talking like a high school popular girl

[appleysauce]

Grian’s little phrases (ie that really waxes my back etc) remind me of heather chandler saying, “fuck me gently with a chainsaw” in like a spiritual way

[leoleolovesdc]

Betty: Seriously, how do you deal with her? I don’t think I’d survive one hour hanging out with Heather.

Heather: She’s not actually that bad once yo-

Veronica: Coffee and spite.

JD: I actually just zone out and nod whenever she asks me something.

Heather: Bold of you to assume I survived.

[nopecho]

Thinking about a DoL x Heathers Musical crossover

Ughhhhh

[marc--chilton]

"a drowning man's heart stopped, that IS a mystery." you're such a bitch greg!!!

[del-uxie]

ok and tm: 2, 3, 5, 9, 14, 15

emotionally invasive oc asks for my boy TM, my third unethical doctor/scientist oc :))

2. he would make the therapist worse. they would come out with a prescription from it.

3. i think TM falls asleep with a guided meditation tape that has affirmations like You are powerful You are a strong leader You can do anything while hes thinking of surgically sewing together everyone he hates

5. the obvious answer would be one where he gets fucked by his god. but also in spite of that being sacrilege or whatever i dont think hed feel bad about that it would just be evidence of his devotion. i think hes had a hurt/comfort love triangle fanfic dream starring himself and some of his coworkers. the idea of feeling genuine emotion or (heaven forbid) being REJECTED made him feel sick

9. a full detox and/or rehab. then the people he would be around would have to suddenly Stop responding to his evil manipulation attempts. once he realised it wasnt working he would be like Heh Heh Finally someone on my Level then hed soften up some because he knows how hard it is to be evil all the time. like a retired supervillain style i suppose

14. very easy however you have to go about it differently if youre trying to outcompete him. he hasnt really met anyone on his level yet but he would Melt if someone actually tried. that would probably also get him to stop being so evil

15. i think his physical pain tolerance is very high. emotional tolerance less so its more like hes built up a massive wall so he cant get hurt ever. i think he really really really hates being rejected so he just pushes away everyone he actually likes instead.

[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

I love you Heather McNamara I love you Heather Chandler you were kinda a jerk Heather Duke but I get why so I love you anyways I love you JD I love you (Ram’s Buddy™️) Kurt I love you (Kurt’s Buddy™️) Ram I love you Veronica Sawyer I love you Martha Dunnstock I kinda disliked most of the rest of ya’s but I love you at the same time

[heathersproship]

listen i think an underrated moment of funny in heathers the movie is when the principal has no idea which heather is dead but when he hears it’s not the cheerleader he decides “ok they’ll get a single hour off” whereas if it was the cheerleader he’d give them half a day.

chandler being very popular (worshipped according to her) meant nothing.

literally no one cares she’s gone except the cheerleader

and now that people actually like her she’s not around to experience it. just desserts! c’est la vie.

[larcher0001]

Sometimes I think about how unprompted JD killing Heather was;

Heather rushes Veronica

Then JD kills her

Those are the only interactions they have if I recall correctly.

Chandler literally just existed to loud for him, I guess🤷

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

thinking about the homoeroticism of heathers

[ssszlami]

i love nightmare time

what if tarzan was a sleazy con-man

family gets perceived so much that they try to kill each other

the weirdest paulkins fanfiction au you've ever read

eldritch god decides to fuck with one guy in particular for funsies

local man fucks his car

magical autistic child suffers through The Horrors

grown-up heather chandler with daddy issues and homophobic theatre kid battle it out for the chance to get vored

evil weed birds

people keep fucking in sex-repulsed asexual's home and then being surprised when he kills them

store owner discovers the dangers of rich people

the ring but with music and like 1000x more angst

child fighting ring gets hijacked by the hivemind

what a beautiful series

[ataraxiaspainting]

Cold Comfort.

Yan Illumi x F Reader.

Synopsis: You look different nowadays... and so are the people you surround yourself with. Illumi takes it upon himself to take care of any distractions.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, violence, a few descriptions of past child abuse (Illumi’s past), future kidnapping, drug dealing, and little hints of misogyny.

Word Count: 600.

*~*~*~*

Illumi knew you would move away before anything else knew, including your parents and your friends. It was in the little things – something an assassin like him would consider child’s play to point out – your oven being cold, small trinkets going into boxes you had messily put into your closet so people who came over would not notice. 

However, seeing you like this – a gun over your pants in a sleeve around your thigh, hair messily put up and covered by a hat, little cuts on your cheeks – it made him frown. You look so different, not like the woman he fell for months ago. You hide features with bulky clothes and go by a new name; all in a desperate attempt to sway your stalker away, to get Illumi to believe you had simply vanished from this world.

It’s a childish endeavor. An absolutely pointless one, he adds. Illumi had been trained to hunt people down with countless tactics and countless objectives before he learned how to ingest poison without a word, much less any rebellion.

“You said,” You’re trying to make your voice sound deeper, but there are still little cracks of a more high-pitched tone that Illumi notes. “That you’d pay ten thousand. This isn’t what we agreed on, Heather.”

The woman on the other side of the alleyway smirks, still having her arms crossed. “And you said you’d call me Miss Chandler… Guess we can’t all get what we want, huh?” 

There are bags of white powder everywhere you own. Your car, underneath kitchen cabinets, under your bed. Or, at the moment, in your coat pockets along with a small bag amounting to only five thousand jenny. 

Oh how much you have fallen from grace. A kindergarten teacher to just another dealer trying to scrape by as much money as it takes to survive. But by your definition, survival meant getting enough funds to get out of this town and move on to the next in the hopes that Illumi wouldn’t find you.

A shame. Your plan had crumpled in just a matter of weeks because Illumi knew it from the start. The way you held onto your bag when he had greeted you, the way you refused to give him your phone number (He had found it anyway, from Milluki, not that you know that), the way you didn’t let him come over when you had let in male company before.

It makes him feel just a sliver of pity for you, but it is lost within the sea of greed. You haven’t noticed him yet, but neither has the woman. It is child’s play to hide from non nen users, after all.

“Fine,” You glare as you spit the word out, tossing over the rest of the product to her. “A discount.”

The woman smiles and walks away without another word, not knowing that in just a few minutes a needle will be thrown right between her eyes.

You walk away too, and Illumi doesn’t follow you yet. He’ll make sure preparations are made for your new room before he initiates one more conversation with you while you still have freedom.

[voxslays]

“The leaves are changing!”

In which >>> You and your partner(s) notice the vibrant colors of the now orange and red leaves on the trees.

Featuring >>> Alastor, Charlie, Emily, & Vaggie.

(Since I am technically a day behind, I’m posting two today to catch up, sorry for the delay. 😭)

☆ Alastor ☆

Alastor is never comfortable enough around people to let his guard down. He's always high alert around others, and even by himself. Yet, feels oddly safe around you, though. He feels like nothing could hurt him when he's in your presence. It's odd. Evidently, he feels safe enough around you, because after almost a week of restless pacing at night and not getting any rest due to his paranoia, Alastor found himself dropping into sleep on your shoulder.

“Alastor, look at the leaves-“ You immediately shut up once you notice he’s asleep. Alastor remains fast asleep on your shoulder. He seems to be getting some well-needed rest, and he sure wouldn't mind staying in your presence for a little while longer. As Alastor remains sleeping on you, his body unconsciously presses closer to you for comfort, seeking out your body heat as though to soak it up. He snuggles up to you a little more, seeking your warmth and affection unconsciously. He's never been this vulnerable around anyone before. You are as stiff as a board, having the literal radio demon sleeping on you.

Alastor senses your stiffness and subconsciously presses closer to you, as though to seek a sense of safety and security that he can only seem to find while he's near you. As he presses against you, a soft, almost inaudible purring sound emits from Alastor, a sound that he was unaware he was even making. As he abruptly wakes up, he notices that he's practically clinging to you, his head nestled against your shoulder. A jolt of surprise courses through him as he quickly pulls away, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

You look out the window at the brightly covered leaves on the trees that surround pentagram city. Alastor follows your gaze, and his expression shifts to one of mild confusion as he notices you staring out the window. He clears his throat, still trying to recover from the embarrassment of having unwittingly dozed off on your shoulder.

He clears his throat once more. "It seems I… dozed off.” He says, trying to downplay the fact that he had actually slept on your shoulder, seeking comfort in your presence. “Yeah…uhm…” You trail off. Alastor notices the awkward tension in the air and decides to quickly change the subject. "Well, I suppose I was rather tired…" He trails off, still feeling self-conscious about his vulnerability.

He clears his throat again, looking anywhere but at you as he tries to find something to say, anything to fill the silence. "I… appreciate your patience in dealing with my… err, brief slumber,” He says finally, unable to bring himself to directly mention that he had dozed off on your shoulder. “It’s no problem really. Alastor nods curtly, still feeling a bit embarrassed. The fact that he'd slept on your shoulder, unconsciously seeking your warmth and comfort, was something he never thought he'd be capable of doing.

☆ Charlie & Vaggie ☆

“So…what are we gonna dress up as?” Charlie asks, still holding onto you as her hands wrap around you and Vaggie’s arms as she sits inbetween you. Vaggie rolls her eyes, setting her phone down and getting up from the couch. “We're not dressing up.” Vaggie says, putting her foot down. “But Halloween is this weekend, we have to dress up for it!” Charlie exclaims.

“We could go as the Heathers…?” You suggest. Charlie's eyes light up, already loving the idea. “Oh my God! Yes! I love that play! And I call being Chandler!” She says while jumping up and down excitedly. Her eyes glimmering with delight. “Well red is your color.” You say. Charlie beams, and Vaggie can’t help but chuckle. “As long as I don’t have to be McNamara,” she says.

Charlie nods quickly, loving the idea. “Yes! Perfect! We’re settled! We're doing our Halloween as the Heathers!" Vaggie smiles at Charlie's enthusiasm and shakes her head lightly in amusement. "Yeah, it sounds like it's gonna be pretty fun. We'll have to find some outfits and maybe grab some accessories. But we've got time to get everything ready before the weekend." Charlie squeals in excitement at her girlfriend's comment. 

You look outside to see the leaves of hell changing from their normal dead black color, into beautiful shades of orange and red. “Guys look!” You point to the window. Charlie and Vaggie both turn their heads, observing the world outside the hotel. The leaves of the trees are changing color from green to shades of orange and red. Vaggie rolls her eyes. "Really? Leaves?”

“They're beautiful.” You state. Charlie smiles softly, feeling the warm, fuzzy joy swell in her chest. “You're right. It is beautiful.” Vaggie’s annoyance slowly subsides with the sight. Even she can’t deny the beauty of nature in the fall season. “We have to stop and smell the roses every once in a while.” You comment. 

Charlie nods, absolutely agreeing with you. "Exactly! It's important to take time to appreciate the small things in life. Like the changing of the leaves or the scent of fresh rain. The sound of birds chirping in the trees. All these little moments make life so special." Vaggie grunts softly, still pretending to be annoyed but enjoying the little display of affection. The three of you spend the rest of the fall evening cuddled up by the fire.

☆ Emily ☆

You walk with Emily through the beautiful gates of Heaven. She skips along beside you, her wings fluttering with sheer joy. She giggles softly, her silver-tipped head tilting inquisitively as she gazes up at you. "Isn't it wonderful here?"

“It is.” You agree, her contagious laughter making you let out a few giggles as well. *Emily nods eagerly in agreement, her eyes shimmering with childlike awe. The serene landscape and radiant light of Heaven seem to bring out a profound sense of tranquility in the young angel. With each step, she hops lightly, her dress swaying gently in rhythm with her joyful gait. 

Her eyes glimmered with excitement and awe as she looked around, taking in the view of the leaves changing color and crunching underneath her feet. She would occasionally pick up a maple leaf and play with it, spinning it between her fingers or watching it dance in the breeze before letting it fall to the ground. She smiles and looks over at you. “Do you like the leaves?”

“Of course. They’re beautiful…Just like you.” You flirt. A bashful and giddy smile spreads across Emily’s face as her cheeks take on a subtle blush. She playfully twirls a strand of her blue-tipped silver hair around her finger, clearly elated by your compliment. Her eyes sparkle with delighted joy. It’s as if your words had enchanted her.

"You really think so?" Emily asks hopefully, her gaze turning bashful yet curious. Her wings flutter gently behind her, a soft hum of pleasure escaping as she waits for your response. At your confirmation, Emily’s smile grows broader, and her face turns a deeper shade of pink. Her wings flutter a little faster behind her in excitement and gratitude, making a soft, humming sound as she skips a little closer. “Thank you.” She says softly as she twirls a lock of her soft white hair around her finger.

[badsweetangel]

hello! i was wondering if you could write a jason dean x fem reader fanfic where the reader is known as an absolute ray of sunshine in school (even the heathers like her) and jd ends up taking a liking to her and grows kinda possessive/obsessive over her

Obsession (Jason Dean x Reader)

I'm still catching up on requests! Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: JD wants to corrupt the reader

He had never thought of leaving Veronica for you. At least, not at first. Because he saw you walking through the halls with your radiant smile and your eyes always shining with a light of hope. And he didn't like it at all. You were just one more of the crowd. You just wanted to please and he never understood that need. He wasn't even impressed when the Heathers liked you. You are that kind of person. And nothing more. Nothing else to focus on.

But still you didn't seem to leave his mind. It was like an obsession. In which you were the only one. He thought that yours must be something pathological, that fervent need to want to please must come from some bad and chaotic place. And that obsessed him, he wanted to know, he wanted to understand why. And that was enveloping him, enveloping him in a spiral of a sick interest in you. He had met popular people, but you were different from all of them. You were too good, you seemed to be too good. Not like the others who smile and then are making fun of you, but like a genuine attitude. He didn't understand that. He was sure that all of that came from a darker side, a more interesting side.

However, you were still in your world. Being really nice to everyone. No one seemed to hate you or have problems with you. And you were so oblivious, you couldn't feel Jason Dean's gaze on the back of your head. You never could feel it. But he was there, thinking about you and uncovering a mystery that he had made himself, but that was so enveloping and that had definitely stuck in his head.

And he wouldn't go away.

One day, that day he killed Heather Chandler along with Veronica was exciting and thrilling, but there was a mistake there. Something hadn't gone right. He wondered what your reaction would have been.

Would you be horrified like most?

Or would you bring out a hidden side of yourself and be glad?

Anyone else would say it was a stupid doubt, that you were clearly what you proved to be. However, it was already embedded in Jason Dean's mind. He had the feeling that there was a side of you that was just like him, and that deep down you could understand it. And maybe he could work on bringing that side out.

He had realized that if he wanted to kill someone and make it look like suicide, he wanted someone like you by his side. He couldn't look at Veronica the same way anymore. You had settled into his mind like a lethal idea. One that you couldn't get out of your head.

He knew everything was lost when he pointed a gun at the boy who asked you out.

One day, Veronica simply decided not to continue with him and he accepted it so calmly. So just when I was at lunchtime I was looking at you from a distance and for the first time, you caught it.

You saw it.

They said he was a lunatic.

His gaze gave you chills, but they piqued your interest immediately. It was like you weren't you and you were completely in a trance. He smiled and you immediately smiled at him again, as it was customary for you to do so. You couldn't even think about whether it was good or bad for you, there was something in you that said he had already decided.

And he clearly believed it. He was truly convinced that you were meant for each other and he also knew that he would bring out that dark side of you that you had hidden away sooner or later.

[wafflinglumos]

This is so real of you, writing Sirius Black and making him NOT a Heather Chandler wannabe is so hard

idk writing sirius is hard bc he’s like one of those teen girls that is mean to you but everyone says it’s bc you don’t know what they’re going through. and like i still don’t know what they’re going through. why are you the way the you are??? how do i write you without seeming like you are a one dimensional mean bitch sirius orion black???

[tonixe]

"Only for you"

n.o.t.e.s - BRO, HE IS SO FINE, also altered timeline not cannon to the movie.

w.a.r.n -📓 Nsfw, dub-con, penetration, p in the v, fingering, bathroom sex, and protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🔪 Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

You were the rival girl of Heathers, especially Heather Chandler. You were prettier, smarter and better dressed her not to mention the better attitude

It was a slap on the face for Heather, you shared 2 classes, and every time you walked past her, you can see her turn red just like her ribbon. You held your tray with whatever they served at lunch, the lunch ladies were nice to you, due to your good attitude and smile. You manage to get something much better than the school served.

Walking by Heather's table, where they sat near the jocks as they start catcalling you. You walked to the back of the cafeteria, where Martha's 'dump truck' was sitting, you did get some eyes from the whole cafeteria.

"Can I sit here?" you asked as you flashed her your signature smile.

The cafeteria went silent, as you heard whispering. Martha was shocked by what you said, she looked around to see if you were playing a cruel joke on her.

"No jokes, just friendship" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cocking your head to the side.

"U-um, s-sure!" she said quietly.

You sat down, and as you started eating your lunch, "Why sit in the back of the cafeteria, you don't get to see the action" you said, looking up from your tray.

"Nobody likes me, so I just resort here" she muttered. "I get it" you responded, biting into the sandwich.

You looked up, trying to find something amusing to take about with your new acquaintance, your eyes landing on a black-haired guy, sitting conveniently in the back as well. Wearing a trench coat over his clothes oddly enough.

As you brushed your fingers together on your tray, get rid of the crumbs off your fingers. "So who's the hot kid there" You pointed at him, winking at him too.

He waved to you.

"That's Jason Dean, he's been here for 5 months, not much new" she responded as ate her lunch.

"Gosh, how was I ignoring a hottie," you said

"He used to date, Veronica Sawyer" she piqued, "Oh really, I guess he's single right now," you declared, you got up from your chair leaving your lunch behind, walking towards the suspicious hottie.

"I guess you're the infamous Jason Dean" You place your hand on the table, cocking your body to the side.

"-And what do I owe you, wonder girl" he responded with a smile.

"More than what you think, if I could join you in what you doing," you asked him, butterflies were swimming in your stomach, you never really had this moment before even with the jocks that try to pin you to your locker.

"I should have brought you a throne" he teased, he combs his hair back with his fingers.

You laughed at the comment, putting your face in and your palms. Dipping your head towards Jason. "Are you single currently?" you whispered, you glanced back to see the Heathers and Veronica looking at you and JD.

"No, not currently you asking?" he responded, his eyes checking you out.

"Yea, how about a little date at Kekes" you proposed, "A cutie like you, should already have a girlfriend and maybe have a chance with getting laid with me" you whispered, a Cheshire cat smile spreading on your lips.

"Oh, who knew wonder girl was so dirty" he gave you a smirk. "Truly, I am" You fluttered your lashes at him.

"Never knew," he whispered.

"So..what you have next period, Jason"?" you prompt, your head on your palm, pointing at him with your manicured nail.

"Math, how about you" he leaned back to the wall, he brushed his hair back, crossing his arm with a playful look.

"Same, maybe we're in the same class" you chirped.

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

"Welp, hopefully, you can come to our date," you took some paper and wrote your number down on it, passing it to him.

"See you later" You gave him a wave, walking out of the cafeteria for your next class; you purposely swayed your hips when you were walking out, wanting him to look at your ass.

You were leaning to the side of the diner, blowing puffs from your cigarette. Placing the cigarette between your lips. Crossing your arms as your leg supports your balance.

You weren't surprised to see Jason or JD walking up to the diner; you blew the smoke out from your lips. Leaning off the wall, finishing off your cigarette.

Walking towards him, "I guess you really did take the bait" You flashed him a smile. "I mean, how could I not with the wonder women of our school," he answered, putting his hand on his chin, cocking his head to you.

"Especially with the offer," he said as he walked into the diner; you followed, "I said you had a chance," you asserted. "Besides, you're cute," you murmured.

"I'm what?" he teased, holding the door.

"Just buy me a coke, jackass" You walked inside the diner. "Yes, princess," he walked into the diner.

After you guys get situated at your table, you want to make this date last forever in his mind; maybe he was one of those guys that got obsessive. A waitress passed by as you looked at the menu, rubbing your foot over his leg up to his thigh. You shot him a sly smile, "I'll get a rusty burger with fries" you said, giving her a grin.

"I'll just get a Diet Coke" he answered, looking straight out at you, as you rubbed your foot closer to his groin. "Your not hungry?" you piqued, biting your lip.

"Nope," he answered; he popped the p. "Why not" You rubbed his leg more, looking through your eyelashes, fluttering your eyes. "Just not hungry when you here," he winked at you.

"You're a sly dog, you know that." you blinked, prompting your hand on your palm.

"Wanna do something fun, Y/N?" he gave you a smug grin at you, "What do you mean?" his idea peeped your interest, "Something that sped up the process, why sit here and wait when he can do something fun" he grins.

He got up from his seat, grabbing your hand from the booth as you followed him to the bathroom. "What are you doing" you questioned, "Something fun" he opened the door, pulling you inside.

Before he pinned you to one of the stalls' doors, " You're really that needy," you bit your lip. "After pulling that stunt with me under the table," he panted, his forehead bumping into yours.

You felt his boner on your pelvis and his breath on your cheek, making you feel yourself becoming wet. You hated how he made you aroused, it was supposed to game for you to win, but he was slowly winning you over. You felt him grabbing your chin, "Don't get shy on me now, wonder girl," he snapped at you; he snuck his fingers down to your thigh, dangerously under your skirt.

His hand inches away from your panties, and you felt your breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Wanna live up to what you said earlier" he whispered in your ear, slowly sliding his fingers into your cunt.

Your pants becoming heavier, feeling his finger pumping into you. "Eager aren't you" he whispered.

Moans escaped your lips as you felt your nipples becoming hard in your bra. "Gosh, I would never know someone like you would enjoy this" he pumped his fingers into you faster, plunging them.

You clasp your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. "Don't be like that; I wanna hear you; I want this whole fucking diner to hear you," he whispered, thrusting his finger into you.

"Haah-" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy, "God, your pussy is tightening around my fingers." he mocked, taking his fingers out of you.

He licked his finger in front of your red face, you panted "Why" you muttered throwing your head to the side pissed off.

"So I can enjoy you all to myself," you turned your head back, seeing him holding up a condom. "Your seriously going to fuck me in a bathroom," you muttered, your cheeks stained red.

"Yea," he responded; you heard him unzipping his pants, you glanced to see his dick, and you were shocked at how big it was, making you wetter by the second.

"Turn around," he demanded

You obeyed, turning around and placing your hands on the stall as you felt him lining into your wetness. Your nipples were hardened against your bra, moaning against the friction.

You were startled as you felt him thrust into you; it was painful, tears building up on your lash line, biting your lip. His dick was splitting, you open, and you enjoyed every minute.

Thrusting inside you, feeling him in places you didn't even know existed. "Haah," you moaned, and you arched your back. You felt his hand on your chest, pulling up your shirt and bra in one motion.

His rough hands groped your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. "F-fuck...Jason," you groaned out. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a heavy kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring your mouth. You withdraw from the kiss for oxygen as you pant out. His thrust getting sloppier inside. "We should make quick" He lifted you by your waist, his dick still inside you, "Jason wait-" You were cut off by his dick going into you farther; you moaned loudly.

"J-Jason, im close," you panted, "God, me too" he thrust into you a few more times before you cummed on his dick; he thrust into you a few times from spilling into the condom. Some of the cum in the condom dripped onto the floor, and he placed you on the stall wall. You panted out; your face was still red.

You glanced back at Jason, zipping himself up and throwing out the condom. "Fuck you," you muttered, juices dripping down your leg.

"Your moans said the opposite," he whispered; he put your panties into his trench coat pocket.

You were too tired to argue, and sweat was glistening on your body. "I'll be outside, waiting, wonder girl" he slapped your ass, leaving you in the bathroom.

"Bastard," you muttered, dropping onto the bathroom floor, your legs giving up.