FIND ME @ DRANOHS

FIND ME @ DRANOHS

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

i’ll do a big fun official announcement later but for everyone who’s on the dash,  i’ve moved heather over to @dranohs !  i’m not gonna drop anything & i’m gonna bring memes over there as well !

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

i’ll do a big fun official announcement later but for everyone who’s on the dash,  i’ve moved heather over to @dranohs !  i’m not gonna drop anything & i’m gonna bring memes over there as well !

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

i feel gross and unmotivated so i’m going to take the day off and see what happens <3 i’ll try to work some on my other blogs when the energy hits but for now i hope all of you have amazing days/nights!

[88mphh-a-blog]

I’ve been taking forever to do this & now due to my delay i’m almost at 300+ followers. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! for following me & enjoying my portayal enough to stick around. It means the WORLD to me, you have no idea. I won’t talk long because i’m REALLY lazy, and i don’t have a lot to say; but i will be mentioning a lot of important people BELOW THE CUT.

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[chandlrsmoved-blog]

you’re not supposed to be here  /  lu

Lucas doesn’t reply right away. He takes a drink from his glass, and he can’t be sure if it’s the alcohol making him dizzy or the fact that he’s getting theopportunity to do something he never thought it would happen. “Is that what you convinced yourself of? That we were just fuck-buddies?” Lucas’ gaze doesn’t move. He wants to take everything; he wants to make sure she’s real. “You didn’t just pretend to die, you killed all your real memories, apparently. We did much more than fucking, baby.” He wants those words to burn in her ears. Baby. As if with one word he could bring back all the memories they had both tried so hard to forget.  

He finally looks away, because he feels like he will die if he doesn’t, even if he can’t exactly explain why. “Of course I didn’t show up. Stand there, next to every single idiot that claimed to know you just because you breathed in their direction once? The jocks who thought they had any right to speak about you just because they got to see you in your underwear a couple times?” He didn’t go to her funeral. What did he do? Nothing. He started drinking around that time, but Lucas doesn’t think that Heather’s death is the only reason why that happened. 

an elbow perches atop the sleek bar;  heather’s fingertips pressing into her forehead,  cheek,  temple.  the venom with which she so wants to regard him can’t be conjured  /  exhaustion instead painting her features.  she’s DONE HER TIME thinking about all of this  --  served her sentence.  she’s hardly been haunted by her decision;  it had gotten her out  /  no amount of regret could ever outweigh that.  anxious gaze is offered to their surroundings as ‘pretend to die’ escapes his lips;  nevermind the crudeness of the rest.  

retroussé nose presses into her palm,  blonde incapable of gathering the energy required to snap back.  baby.  lu.  sweetheart.  aggravation pulls at her strings as he’s no doubt intended it to.  the idiots  /  the jocks  /  mcnamara  &  the girl who had jumped on her absence like a rat in a trap.  sounds like a LOVELY turnout.   “  good to know the important people were invited.  ”   she can’t stop.  a half decent word out of her mouth,  and it’ll all fall apart.  sitting here and throwing words around feels so much easier than addressing everything that comes along with  baby,  lu,  sweetheart.   “  so,  what?  --you’re alone at a bar on a friday night smelling like alcohol,  it really sounds like you have your own problems to deal with.  ”

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

‘ i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone. ’

sudden warm breath against the shell of her ear causes heather to recoil  /  having been unaware that anyone else was in the gymnasium.  coming to retrieve her jacket before fourth  ( at least it’s physical ed,  seeing as this time of year mr. lee will more than likely put the class in the pool )  has apparently set her up for something despairingly more than originally bargained for.  lip curls,  any friendly connotation in the action absent as it becomes an unpleasant sneer.  snatching her jacket off of the hooks near the large red doors,  she doesn’t take PIERCING clover eyes off of him.   

“  i already told you,  hard-ass;  we’re not talking about it.  ”   there’s not much room for argument,  though knowing hardin,  he probably won’t heed the warning in her tone.   “  &  since when did you get maximum creepy?  like,  i know i’m GOOD,  but it’s a  b i g  red flag when you start following people around.  that’s how guys like you catch a charge.  ”

-----------  @andlied   //  gentle suggestions

[cursedcheerleader-blog]

?? we're here for a kiss :/

boldness  carries her through the  daring act   as  mac leans forward  with her hands  resting on chandler’s  shoulders.    ever soft lips  press a tender kiss at the corner of  the other’s  lips ;   close enough to warrant curious looks  /  stares but  not enough  real action to  get  anyone talking about  how serious that might have been.     peering at  red-clad heather through golden lashes,   third  heather cannot  help  the gentle  pink  blush that scatters  just beneath the surface  ;  

                                                       “ it’s your lucky day, red.   ”

                          🐥  /  @chandlrs  /  3/5 kisses from this meme!

[88mphh-a-blog]

“who the hell did this to you?” ( :/// *kill bill sirens* )

@chandlrs​ // HURT - accepting

               The blood was probably a cause for alarm, the way his nose was stained in his own sticky crimson, the back of his hand stained red, from both use to defend himself && the almost unending flow of the murky crimson that leaked from a (possibly broken) busted nose. His eyes scanned over to Heather, almost half expecting a snide comment, but when nothing came, he all but paused, staring at her in a bit of SHOCK. Though it didn’t linger, clearing his throat as he let his eyes drop. “ Who else?” He spoke almost in SHAME at his current situation, his stomach churning in disgust as he felt as if he was being looked down upon by some HIGHER ORDER. 

              “ Everyone in this school are fucking JERKS.” He claimed with a small sniff, attention shifted even further from the blonde. How pathetic he must’ve looked. He felt like perfect prey for the APEX PREDATOR ( WATCH HIM CRY! WHAT A BITCH!) 

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

heather vc: @88mphh has a dumb face, pass it on

also heather vc: i’ve had marty for five minutes and if anything happened to him i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

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lu

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she’s in the process of formulating a clever retort when his fingers meet her,  breath cut short,  lips silently parting  &  knees pressing into his sides less graciously than before.  heather’s reeling,  a short twist of her wrists beneath his grip displaying obvious disdain for the utter imbalance of the situation.  it’s not fair  ---  there’s a tight ball of string being wound TIGHTER within her stomach with every moment that passes  /  a feeling that refuses to be ignored and sends her fingers curling again.  christ,  he’s a dick.  she wants to press her thighs together,  to quell the ache  &  to prevent his teasing in equal parts.  with them split to accomodate for his body,  she’s out of luck.  a soft,  nearly inaudible whine breaks her silence as lucas stops  --  girl left without the COHERENT words that she’d gathered on her tongue.   “  god,  that’s not ---  ”   she’s half tempted to cave right here and now.  heartbeat racking her frame,  (  oh,  she can feel it in her fingertips!  ),  heather’s determinedly stopped rocking against his hand  /  a satisfaction she doesn’t want to give him.   “  just . . .   fucking touch me.  ”

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

gretchen·

❝  I think your top looks fetch !  ❞

@chandlrs // starter

“  --- it had better,  it’s a saint laurent.  &  i swear;  can you learn a new word?  ”

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imposter

it was an understatement to say that heather duke didn’t know that this was coming. her own witch trial that could only END with her being burned at the stake with ironically red flames engulfing her. she always did everything that heather asked of her with no questions asked, and when given the chance, she took a shot of LIQUID COURAGE from her mom’s cabinet and put on an old RUBY DRESS that shone in the party’s harsh lights. her skin was as soft as moonlight, and the dress’s fiery contrast was as INTENSE as her clash with heather chandler.

❝that’s not a NICE way to describe the look you – ATTEMPT – to pull off everyday.❞ she shot back, a *FAUX* smile painted on with cherry lipstick. she’d regret her attitude in the morning (hell, she regretted it now), but she had quietly allowed heather to reign with terror for years. 

it was always a joy to watch her tear down others, but heather couldn’t deny the **PLEASURE** of tearing her down with her own manicured nails.

“  lose ten more pounds and you might just look halfway decent.  ”   the jab is low,  even for chandler  /  but the angry crimson hue flooding across her face is helpful in portraying that say she really couldn’t care less.  duke's always pushing,  pushing,  pushing!  it's a rubber band that can only be stretched so far before it S N A P S   &   stings your fingertips.  she’s stepping closer,  blonde a head taller with such severe heels.   “  you have two options,  alright?  walk out of this house,  or take it off.  stay around naked for all i fucking care,  but you’re lucky i’m not already dragging you through the goddamn mud. ”   there’s a limit line.  she’ll tolerate interruptions,  attention hoarding,  backhanded comments.  she had invented the others  /  it comes as a surprise that duke is willing to RISK THE RAMIFICATIONS.

[chandlrsmoved-blog]

you’re not supposed to be here  /  lu

“You are really going to make me say it, uh?” It all seems too unreal. Lucas is the same, but he changed, too. His face, which used to display a wicked smirk in his teenage years, was now replaced by pure tiredness. He was exhausted, and he wasn’t even in his thirties. But that isn’t the only thing that changed; he is more mature, too. Less likely to make someone suffer just for the pleasure of it. Now he only did it for money.  “Alright, here it goes: You were more than just a fuck, Heather. Bet you waited 10 years to hear just that.” The sarcasm doesn’t make what he says any less true; Heather was a friend to him in his last year of high school, even if they never discussed it, even if they never said it. They were friends who happened to fuck. “But you are right, I’m impressed. Then again, I did get over you rather quickly, so I never really bothered to check if your body was actually in the coffin.”

there’s a distinct shift in her posture,  shoulders becoming tense following the words  &  jaw rolling.  she’s never been one to cower  /  not a girl who could be made to duck her head.  heather’s always been fire  &  brimstone,  even after high school the passion she so famously conducts herself with hadn’t faded.  but now,  ‘ you were more than just a fuck ’.  eyes that had raised to find him again promptly fall  -  she DIDN’T come here to hear this.  a short glass of gin to soothe the nerves of a stressful case has somehow turned into a less than expected reunion.   “  bullshit.  ”   it’s all she has to say,  tone sharp  despite the creeping idea that he’s telling the truth  /  of which she abruptly stifles.  there’s no point in lingering on that;  high school had been high school.  ten years ago.  she finds herself unable to FATHOM why it would be important now.   

“  i wouldn’t be surprised if you hadn’t shown up at all.  ”   veronica had been very adamant about giving her the attendance list,  which really was unnecessary  /  considering the fact that it had been essentially half the town.  fingertips trace the rim of her glass,  eyes glowering at the squares of half - melted ice resting at the bottom.

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astoria

“Well one of us has to. You have been laughing at me.” 

“  oh,  give me a break.  are you seriously mad at me?  ”

[notpatemoved]

——   physique  /  aesthetic  edits:    o2  /  ??

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