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pretend i did blow up the school. all the schools. now that you're dead, what are you going to do with your life? Indie Jason "J.D." Dean from Heathers. Written by Ness.

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Christian Slater in Tales from the Darkside: ‘A Case of the Stubborns’ (1984)

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wxrshiiped replied to your post:[[MOR] me: loves jd loves writing for jd loves...

wait you’ve had bad experiences in the Heathers fandom?

-----[ my dude, i really don’t want to get into it right here and right now, but yes. i have. ]

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me: loves jd loves writing for jd loves developing jd me: has had too many bad experiences w/in this fandom to want to come back consistently me: :~(

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OH MY GOD YOUR BLOG IS PERFECT EVEN THE MAME OF YOUR ASK IS PERFECT ILY NEVER STOP PLZ

THANKS SWEETPEA I’M GLAD I COULD ENTERTAIN XO

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july august september october november and then december .... ejanuary .... afebuary .... nmarch.........

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Has anyone noticed that July, August, September, October, and November’s initials spell the name Jason?

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what do we do with this information

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"It’s not porn, it’s Mapplethorpe. Y’know, the controversial photographer? Why don’t you make like a petri dish and become cultured “

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J.D. looks back at the photo, scrutinizes it, and turns it back to her, expression incredulous. “Pretty sure it’s fucking PORN, babe. No two ways about it.”

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yo PC did anybody ever tell you that you're a terrible fucking excuse for person and that if you don't fuck off when people tell you to, your teeth are going to fall out of your gums. have a nice fucking day, you pathetic paperclip

“How about you just fucking bite me, princess.”

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“Guess who found your porn stash.” Take a wild guess. “I can’t tell if you’re cocky or stupid for leavin’ it in such an obvious place.”

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— John Scalzi

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"…I’m a transplant too.

Do yourself a favor, if you can help it… don’t stay. I’m plotting my escape as we speak.” She’s sick of the care home and how stifling it is - she can’t smoke half a cigarette before she gets chewed out for delinquency. Funny, seeing as how they know she can do a lot worse.

"I’m Marla," she answers, slouching against the brick wall and folding her arms.

"—-J.D. Are you a James or a Jack?”

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“That’s the thing -- can’t help it.” 

It’s his dad keeping him here. It’s his dad keeping him anywhere. The man’s cancer in its worst stage, and Bud Dean has a tumor-like way of growing on J.D. and bogging him down. He never stops. Just continues to metastasize.

“I’m a Jason.”

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     veronica’s under the impression that people don’t like him because      of his attitude, and the fact that it’s different than the mindless drones      of sherwood, ohio. but it’s also because of his trenchcoat. everyone      seems to love being wary of people in trenchcoats. her hand tightens      it’s grip on the journal and pulls away from him, opening the bag      around her shoulders and throwing it in there. ❝ that is for me to      know and you never to find out. ❞ not only is there plenty of shit-talk,      but that book is filled with private, rather embarrassing details. and      she’d rather no one read it. ever. in fact, once she’s filled it up, she      wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up BURNING it, or something. ( yet,      she kind of never wants to. not because she wants to look back on her      high school years when she’s older, but because she just holds her      possessions dear to her. burning it would just be a waste of money. )      her finger taps against her own nose teasingly.

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        he sighs, softly, and surrenders his grip on the diary once she pulls it away      and tosses it in her bag. ❝ aw, veronica, c’mon. ❞ he makes an unspoken      resolve to dig it out when she’s not around and have a look for himself; the only      privacy he’s ever respected is that of HIS OWN. j.d. puts a hand on veronica’s      shoulder, pulls her to him in a half-hug. ❝ won’t tell no one, yanno. ❞

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She honestly didn’t see what Veronica saw in him. Sure, he was pretty good looking but that’s all he had going for him. He came with an acrid stench and it made her gag, he was also probably never washed his trench coat even once “ugh, don’t make me spew burrito chunks! Why don’t you send them over to Veronica? I’m so sure she’d enjoy it even more”

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“Too late!” And he grins something wicked, just to the left side of his mouth, almost shrill with glee. “No take-backs -- you offered, I’m just spreading the word. ‘M sure they’ll appreciate it. Bring mouthwash -- word’ll spread so fast, you’ll sure as hell need it.”