#heather’s inbox

[happyyft]

All I can offer rn

[greasylittlenobody]

Hhiiii Ronicaaa' do you know who the muffin mann is? some bitch in the room next to me keeps asking...

Also, whyss your hair all purple and green and moving colours like thatt?

@therealheatherc

The muffin man?

[fandomorientation]

Samira Mohan should get to yell at Robby, as a treat. So many times during the season where he was being either condescending, hypocritical, self contradictory, or somehow all three at once...it made me so mad, I'm like three thousand words into writing a self indulgent fic where she gets to lay out everything he does that makes her mad nd not get fired for insubordination.

yk it's a good day when I get the pitt related asks. i love life. (actually cheered when I saw this)

but yes, I'm on ep 6 (rewatch) and he's already told her off 3 times, and she's literally walking on eggshells. one time he says he needs 10 more of her then minutes later she gets scolded 😭 pick a struggle. i love robby but my guy make up your mind. (i get it, it's the ER, he's not completely in the wrong to say she needs to take on more patients but treating the fact that she connects with her patients as a lowkey negative things is also not great. this is why I love you heather collins<3.) the hypocritical part too-

saw a post saying robby picked his biases with leah and no im not saying he should have let her die, but there are inherent biases within every person. samira picks hers bc she has seen what happens to poc people in healthcare.

(also would love to read the self indulgent fic pretty please. ofc if u post it 😌↕️)

[ask-the-younger-dean]

So you're that emo dude's sister? I feel bad for u

- @freddie-official

Why is everyone here saying that? What’d he do?

[steph-anie723]

you said requests are open sooooooooooooooooo💯

pleasepleasepleaseplease draw ghost heather chandler saying "fuck me gently with a chainsaw"

she’s bigger than john lennon!!! 😜😜😜😜

[cosmicpoutine]

Bernard gives off Alexander Hamilton (from the musical) vibes purely bc he is the type to walk up to Tim and "you look like a man who's never been satisfied" and have it work

every day i wake up and thank god that i never had a hamilton phase and i cannot understand this reference. i will trust your words for it tho

[farbexx]

Who’s your favorite musical character?

OKAY SO, I NEED TO DRAW THEM ALL ONE DAY, BUT I HAVE TWO FAVS!!! JEFFERSON FROM HAMILTON (OBV) AND MICHAEL MELL FROM BMC, THEY'RE BOTH MY #1. (Jefferson still solos)

AND REST OF MY FAVS BECAUSE I NEED TO GIVE THEM MORE ATTENTION JARED FROM DEH, NOEL FROM RTC, WHIZZER FROM FALSETTOS, POSEIDON, ANTINOUS AND HERMES FROM ETM, HEATHER DUKE AND JD FROM HEATHERS. AND FROM HAMILTON I LOVE MARIA AND LAFAYETTE TOO. TEEHEE!!!!

I love them all sm ong

[thekenobee]

You know that tweet about the guy at the dispensary flirting with a girl by explaining Naruto to her, and it works? Annlett-core, but instead of naruto it’s the constellations

My dear Anon, Thank you for putting this wonderful idea into my head<3 I had so much fun editing this one!

[nekoma7a]

For all your transgressions and all your struggle, you will never reach her heart. You are forever the fly in the buttermilk, and nothing more.

ART BY: @uo6ep

[postive-td-takes]

hiii, the mal fictive w/ the hoodie here, im feeling nice so here's some nice stuff from source memories. do what you want w/ these.

vito and svetlana teamed up to get the body's ears pierced when we were 10 and mike still has a grudge against them

manitoba brings stray cats in the house, pets them, feeds them, and then gets forced to let them go (they sometimes would jump through our window to visit)

chester loves strawberries and will smile (very rare) if you give him them

mike likes to draw on shoes (n so do i)

-malevolent anon

-❤️‍🩹

[greasylittlenobody]

How would you feel if JD actually managed to blow up Westerburg high, therefor also killing tons of people you didn't know.. but also killing people you DID know, like the Heathers, Martha, or Melanie for example?

Sure he jokes about it a lot, but that's a lunchtime poll level of crazy scenario.

OOC: thought transcription in the tags.

[ladymarlin]

Alejandro becoming fluent in Chinese after marrying Heather and Heather becoming fluent in Spanish after marrying Alejandro. Their families think they can trash talk them without being caught, but Alejandro and Heather understand every word.

Was waiting to respond to this bc I was gonna do a drawing but ermm I did not 😅

Anyway! Yes. Absolutely. And they mostly talk about Jose.

[ask-the-younger-dean]

Since when does the tranchcoat guy have a sister?

...do you also wear a trenchcoat? Is it a family thing?-

- @heathermcnamara1989

He’s had one for now thirteen years. Happy birthday me :D !

Also the trench-coat isn’t a family thing.. he won’t tell me where he got it from -_-** Wait HOW DO YOU KNOW MY BROTHER ARE YOU HIS GIRLFRIEND

[steph-anie723]

i see you are doing hear me outs..

(i appolgize in advance.)

Samuel seabury - Hamilton

Heather Chandler - Heathers the Musical

Charles Lee - Hamilton

Daisuke -mouthwashing

Pythagorean theorem

JD - heathers the musical

vincent charbonneau - dead plate

(also, your art style is amazing aisgjfdkfshbw)

bringing out the chart for this one I see,,,,.,

also TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT 💗💗 you’re so sweet ahggh

[mla0]

whos your favorite slenderverse woman ...

If going by the fact that my main special interest has been MLAndersen0 for almost ten years now so I dedicate an unhealthy amount of brainspace to them regardless of screentime: Stormy. I don't have a ton to say here I'm just autistic and I love to flesh her out, but a lot of what we DO see in canon is still really good, albeit short. Focus in particular hits really hard and it's like, the one time where I genuinely hated Patrick for how he treated someone. You get little nuggets of background information I just wish there had been mooooore....

If going by what I personally consider to be the best writing and storyline of the character, as well as just, like, really enjoying them a lot in general: Heather. I mean, that character has it all. A cool backstory and motivation. Multiple arcs. Badass moments. Moments where you feel absolutely fucking horrible for her. Great acting. Fleshed out personality. Heather's unquestionably the best [to me]. She's not just my favorite slenderverse woman, she's one of my favorite slenderverse characters In General

[goosetheluce]

I loved your different Heather headcanons and so was wondering if you had any related to male reader being in a love triangle involving Heather and Bridgette or Gwen where the Reader is somewhat oblivious to the girls competing with each other over them? How do you think it would end?

ooo interesting concept. and yesss bridgette content i love her <3

M!Reader x Bridgette and Heather Headcanons (Love Triangle)

Bridgette, the certified laid-back sweetheart, would never say anything bad about anyone unless they deserve it. So you probably should have noticed when her face fell the second Heather's name left your throat.

"I didn't know you were friends with Heather," Bridge remarked casually in response to her name. Her eyes had left yours and instead trained across the lake. The water washed over your bare legs as you sat on the dock with her, socks and shoes tossed to the side.

"I guess you could say we are. Being on the same team and having similar goals is pretty much all it takes to be friendly. At least, I think so," you explained. You knew she was difficult, but something about her just made you curious. You hoped maybe you could see what was underneath her surface.

Bridgette laughed. "If that's what it takes to be friendly, then you and I are on a five-star date right now." She brought her spring-tinged eyes back to yours, wiggling her eyebrows sarcastically.

You laughed and felt your cheeks heat up. "You can take the bill, then," you smirked. "I mean, ladies first, right?"

Bridgette elbowed you playfully. "I'm in my own Great Depression with how broke I am, so, no can do." She pulled her legs out of the water and dried them off. "Anyway, I'm gonna go hang out with Geoff. Cya."

She gave you one last smile before walking off. Your heart sang.

Heather, the infamously cunning queen bee, would say anything bad about anyone, even if they don't deserve it. The complete opposite of the surfer girl. But it got a bit much for you when you waved at Bridge and her tirade began.

"Don't you know she's just going to slow you down? Look at her, she's too nice. She doesn't have what it takes to win. Don't you want to win, y/n?" Heather slid her hand on top of yours slyly, her chin raised up at you while smiling. She liked making moves on you.

You just stared at Heather, in shock of her attack. Your mouth suddenly tasted bitter as you swiftly pulled your hand out from under hers and jumped to your feet.

"Ever heard of friends, Heather? They might do you some good. Humble yourself."

Her lip curled with disgust and she looked away, still sitting there on the porch of the cabin. "Whatever. By the way, y/n, you shouldn't shave your face. It looks better with the shadow."

You sighed and went back to your cabin, rubbing your freshly shaved chin, suddenly wishing you could curl up and sleep for days.

You dreamt of kind green eyes and maroon croptops that night.

Bridgette isn't one to fight, but she'll stand up for herself, no doubt. At least, that's what you learned the next day when you heard the angered shrieks from Heather and Bridge in the woods.

"I found it first, bitch. Back off," Heather threatened. The rest of the campers had gathered nearby to see what was going on, you included. The challenge for that day was for your team to find some stupid prize and bring it back to camp.

"Heather, please," Bridgette rolled her eyes. "Get your hand off my wrist! You're so fucking dramatic!" The surfer yanked her hand out of Heather's grip. Bridge was bleeding where her acrylics dug into her skin. "Look what you did, jerk!"

Heather crossed her arms.

"Look at you, putting up a fight!" She sneered. She sent her glare over to where you were standing. "Is it 'cause your little crush is watching?" On the sidelines, Gwen scoffed and called out, "Do you have any goal except to embarrass people on live television?"

Your throat closed up. Was it true? Your heart began to pound in your chest. You wished it was.

Bridgette's face paled and she shot a quick look in your direction. The blood began dripping down the nail marks on her arm.

"I don't have time for this. I'm winning."

And with that, Bridgette made a full dash all the way back to camp, with Gwen close behind her making sure that Heather didn't pull a trick, despite not being on the same team as her.

All the other campers walked off, shooting scowls at Heather. Everyone except for you.

"What the fuck was that? You made her bleed, Heather."

She didn't look at you, still staring at the crowd leaving the forest. "You just don't get it, do you?"

"No, I guess I don't. Enlighten me then, convince me you're not a total nut," you retorted.

Heather whirled around at you, narrowing her eyes and pushing her finger to your chest.

"I do what it takes to survive. In anything. Not just this horrible show. I go back home with no money, and I'll be screwed. Everyone has left me. I only have myself," she hissed. Your heart softened for a moment. She didn't want to be alone.

But then she kissed you, pulled the collar of your shirt down and crashed her lips against yours, and it felt wrong. You pulled away, holding her shoulders at a far distance. You had realized you'd never really see what was under her surface, because she'd never show you.

"You want to have someone, but all you do is push everyone away," you whisper painfully. If you looked closely, you would see her eyes were wet. "So don't act like you'll do anything different with me." You released her, wiped your lips clean of her coconut lip balm, and made your way back to camp. You had to see Bridge.

You scanned the place for warm blonde hair and a blue hoodie, unsuccessful. You asked Geoff, and said she mentioned something about going to the lake.

She heard you behind her before you even sat down.

"Hey, you," she murmured. Her chin was resting on her knees, her eyes watching the choppy waves.

"Hey," you greeted. "Mind if I sit?"

She shook her head and turned back to look at you. Her face was salty with dried tears.

You felt guilty for ever having anything to do with Heather, staring down at her newly bandaged arm. You sat close to her.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, y/n. You didn't do anything wrong. But I have a question," she responded softly.

You nodded your head. She took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to lie and say Heather was wrong. I do like you. But will you promise me that you won't be, like...weirded out by that?"

You responded by wrapping your arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. Her hair smelled like citrus shampoo.

"That would be hypocritical of me to be weirded out," you teased. It was a confession, nonetheless. She looked up at you.

"You like me?"

You only responded with a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her back into your arms.

"Once we get off of this show, I'll take you on a real five-star date," you said softly, rubbing circles into her arm.

She snuggled further into you.

"And you're still paying, y/n."