our love is god. let's go get a slushie.

now that you're dead, what are you going to do with the rest of your life?

[ichtgod]

temp pinned. jason 'jd' dean of heathers 1989 and also my brain. written by dru. exclusive with @unheather. starter call. meme tag. verses/au info tag.

i don't want to do something like 'the plot of heathers but with your muse as veronica', but otherwise i'm down for anything. feel free to dm if you have plot ideas!

i don't support all the evil shit he does. shaking my head so you know i don't agree with killing people or anything else. ok ily bye. wip.

[hintons-a]

CHRISTIAN SLATER as JASON DEAN HEATHERS, 1988

[ichtgod]

notice how I posted my jd sexuality meta on the last day before pride month so that we don’t have to hear about his biphobic bisexual ass during pride.

[notadam]

for @ichtgod.

picture: j.d. driving. you, in the passenger seat, fighting with his unlit cigarette. a scratched cd skips in its player. you land an elbow jab. does nothing. " piece of crap. " click. click. click. c'mon. —— there it goes. casting a warm glow against the dark; against his face. this staring habit? is old news. but at him? yeah, that's fresh off the fucking press. and you hate it. you hate it so much. but your eyes don't wanna tear away. fuck. here window, take a sulking shoulder. get rolled down. your face needs a wind-check.

[ichtgod]

having adam around is sort of like having a girlfriend, sometimes. when it’s not like having a ticking bomb in his (not his) (technically stolen) car. (right now, though, with adam in the passenger seat obediently lighting his cigarette, jd thinks that the girlfriend comparison is the more apt of the two).

he pretends he doesn’t see adam watching him in the corner of his eye. kind of grins around his smoke, though. kid’s got a real horror movie stare. he imagines other people find it unsettling. takes more than that to get under jd’s skin. these days at least.

jd doesn’t know what exactly prompted him to go on the run with an unhinged stranger he met over a corpse. but hell, he had been wanting a life change, an excuse to run away from it all. ask and ye shall receive, apparently.

“your lighter’s shit,” jd says. and then, abruptly tired of pretending he’s not noticing: “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

[ichtgod]

@notadam: JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

"rude," as if he's offended, but jd's tone is mildly chiding at best. "you should be grateful i walked in on this shit before some do-gooder suburbanite who would've run screaming."

he exhales a thin stream of smoke. walks closer, examining the mess. and what a mess it is. he's never seen a dead body before, except on tv. old westerns, mostly; cowboys firing blanks and pretending to fall dead right out of the shot, neat and clean as you please. this is... nothing like that. the human body has so much blood. they really don't get that right in the movies, he thinks distantly. someone should let those hollywood fellas know. there's a faint squishing sound when he walks closer -- boots on blood on carpet.

jd crouches to make eye contact. "now, i'm no detective, but i just don't know if they're going to buy self-defense for this, my friend."

[ichtgod]

screenshotting the post instead of rbing it because i don't want non-rp blogs coming over here but anyway this is a great and beautiful take. my stupid idiot #myidiot

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[ichtgod]

jd sexuality meta part 2/??

[ichtgod]

@doomcomes: MAYBE IF YOU LOST SOMEONE YOU'D BE A LITTLE UPSET, TOO.

"my apologies." his smile is an oil slick, smarmily polite. jd takes another drag of his cigarette, takes the opportunity to examine the girl standing before him. surely one of the infamous yellowjackets, the town of wiskayok's very own national sob story. "i didn't mean to offend."

he's seen their faces on the news, surely, but didn't take much note of it. in the photos, they look like any other teenage girls. they were all the town could talk about when jd first moved to new jersey, their precious soccer champions, disappeared without a trace. as if the earth swallowed them whole. and then, miracle of miracles, here they are again, a year and a half later. some of them, anyway.

jd turns his gaze up to the statue again. jackie taylor, wiskayok's very own golden calf. seems a little tacky, to only immortalize one girl in stone when he's pretty sure there were others who died out there, but what does he know? maybe death doesn't turn everyone into saints. maybe it's only girls like jackie taylor, team captains with perfectly coiffed hair, that the town wants to remember.

"i assume you knew her?" he's curious, a kid poking at a jellyfish on the beach, knowing the risk of getting stung and proceeding regardless. "never had the honor myself."

[ichtgod]

why is he in the fucking handicapped spot.

[cristinaricci]

CHRISTIAN SLATER as Daniel Molloy | Interview with the Vampire (1994)

[ichtgod]

verse: to hell with good intentions

version one: post-heathers, alternate universe

version one is an au of heathers where, after the jocks' deaths and the subsequent jd-veronica breakup, there is no plan to blow up the school and the killing ends. despite their messy breakup, jd and veronica both keep the secret of how heather, kurt, and ram really died, and in a few months, jd's dad gets another demolition job in another state, and they move out of ohio.

version two: alternate universe

version two is an alternate universe where the events of heathers does not happen at all. it can be inferred jd never ends up in sherwood, ohio in this version.

but they both take us to the same place...

jd as an adult

REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE

i firmly believe that jd's rebellion is just a phase, and that if the events of the movie hadn't happened, he would have grown out of it.

i think he exists in this really interesting space as a character who is trying reject a societal power structures that continues to benefit him (as an upper class, rich privileged white boy). and unlike veronica, who in the text of the film is able to successfully turn her back on the school's existing power structure, jd just turns his ire onto who he believes to be 'more deserving' targets. when actually he is just mimicking the (structural) violence his father is enacting in a more literal sense. obviously he doesn't give a fuck about the victims of any kind of power structure. it's like his stupid gay earring -- he doesn't get it as a queer signifier, he gets it as a way to rebel against the perceived norm. performative rebellion for its own sake.

there is a power struggle going on between jd and his father, who he clearly blames for his mother's death (and potentially resents for having to switch schools so often/not build any friends or community). and i don't think that ever leaves them, but i think once jd is out of his dad's house, he doesn't feel that need to rebel as much.

LAW SCHOOL

post graduating high school, jd goes on to pre-law, and then law school, with his father's money paying his tuition, of course. he tries out a few different specialties before deciding to specialize in criminal law. (it feeds his god complex to get people on death row off). he works at a few different firms before being hired on at a prestigious california firm, where he will later be offered partner, unusually early. (the firm is called mitchell & dean, later mitchell, dean & dean once jd makes partner. he has no relation to the other partner with the last name dean.)

he enjoys the challenge of practicing law at first; it feeds his ego and his idea that he's smarter than everyone else. but soon he becomes bored with it, especially with how easy everything comes. whatever doors aren't opened by his money and his privilege he can charm his way through. nothing feels like a challenge. it's very patrick bateman in that while he has all the markers of success for someone in his position (nice car, nice apartment, he's hot, he has a good job, etc) he is irritated by how easy everything is; where he feels that everyone in society is phony and fake, but other than his disdain for the people around him, he isn't different from them in any meaningful way.

[ichtgod]

guys i think i finally figured out what's happening in jd's "survives into adulthood" verse. yay yippee!

[nick-nellson]

Heathers (1988) dir. Michael Lehmann

[ichtgod]

jd being a (likely spoiled) rich kid. his greed sickens me.

[ichtgod]

jd's reading list (highlights and headcanons)

Catcher in the Rye (JD Salinger): obviously. it's the book he's reading in the musical, it's the one he and duke were meant to reference before it got changed to moby dick... yeah. he probably thinks he's the only person who 'gets' it.

Moby Dick (Melville): again, obviously. referenced in the movie.

Slaughterhouse-Five (Vonnegut): i think he really fucks with the nihilist/absurdist and bleak worldview

Cat's Cradle (Vonnegut)

The Maltese Falcon (Dashiell Hammett): okay i think a lot of jd's attitude and the way he talks is self-styled from noir antiheroes. think humphrey bogart in maltese falcon. in general he feels like a very '50s trapped in the '80s kind of character to me in a lot of ways. even his name is meant to reference james dean from 1955's rebel without a cause. so i think he loves fifties-era pulp fiction detective books, where everyone is lying and everyone is morally grey and the cool main character gets to be a dick to everybody.

Murder, My Love (Mickey Spillane)

The Big Sleep (Raymond Chandler)

The Postman Always Rings Twice (James M Cain)

Being and Nothingness (Jean-Paul Sartre):

The Trial (Frans Kafka): obviously

The Stranger (Albert Camus)

... and he probably owns a few playboys.

i also think that he likely has only read the first half of a lot of these books due to moving around a lot and not always getting to finish what he's reading before being taken to a different town which might not have the same books available in their library. the 50s pulp novels in particular i think he reads pretty interchangeably; he doesn't always try to finish them if he's interrupted by a move in between, he'll just go for whatever the next one in that category is. he likes the style of the prose more than the actual substance of the plot. his philosophers -- camus, kafka, sartre -- he definitely seeks out at every library he can. i think he definitely owns the vonnegut and salinger books and brings them with him when he travels.

[ichtgod]

thinking about how the relationship between jd and his dad in the film is a lot more complex and nuanced (while still definitely implied to be somewhat abusive) than the way the musical did it*. which makes sense, because the movie assumes its audience is a lot smarter than the musical seems to. i'd recommend reading this analysis about it. not reblogging it so they don't have a random rp blog in their notes, but if you have the time, definitely check it out. it's really enlightening, and i definitely want to get the heathers analysis book referenced there.

*if you haven't seen the musical, jd's dad is much more one-note. he yells at jd* and is implied to be frequently physically abusive. rather than being entirely dismissive of veronica's presence, he implicitly threatens her. also, the deans' wealth and affluence (notable even by the standards of a wealthy neighborhood like the one veronica lives in) is not a factor that is mentioned or explored at all.