* D A M A G E D

indie and selective JD from Heathers. following slusheebrained. adored by Thorn.

[trauma-blog]

[slusheebrained]

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     “–OH!

      Am I interrupting your brooding? You have my sincerest of apologies!”

      Tone about as friendly as the atmosphere surrounding her, which, to say the least, was not very friendly, she glared down at the man, Veronica’s voice echoing in her head as loud as she wanted to scream out in frustration. 

     ‘Oh, come on Heather. Throw him a bone.’

     Well, she had thrown a goddamn bone, and he had chucked it right back at her pretty little head. 

     “I don’t want my intelligence to be judged by someone who has about as many braincells as he does friends, thanks.” She responded sweetly, clutching her books to her chest. 

     “Look, I don’t wanna be seen talking to you as much as you wanna talk to me in the first place, so I’ll make this quicker than you should have been aborted.” She hummed. “I’m having a party tonight at my place. It would be oh-so-very if my best friends boyfriend didn’t show up, you dig? So be there, or I’ll slip something in Veronica’s drink and throw her to Kurt and Ram.” Threatening Veronica for the sake of Veronica’s happiness didn’t really seem rational, but it also seemed about the easiest way to make sure JD would be there. 

     “Let’s make like an Egret and Water Buffalo and fucking coexist.”

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he just gave a snort in reply to her returning hostility. maybe in another life he actually could have liked her. thank god he was in this life instead. if he had known that Ronny had shared a similar conversation with her as she had with him then perhaps he would be even nicer just to piss her off all the more. trying to be the nicer just to screw with her. but -- Ronny didn’t say a word so. here they where.

“sorry hon. but friends are different from servants. least I’m comfortable knowing i’m all alone in the world instead of masquerading like everyone loves me rather than wants to see me bleed...” he chuckled, leaning back in his seat. open to her rebuttal. open to the conversation they held. calm and casual while she closed in on herself clutching those books everyone knew she never even opened close for protection.

‘quicker than you should have been aborted’ god that would have been great if his mom had done that. maybe then it wouldn’t have been such a shit life he lived after she blew herself up. hell -- maybe she wouldn’t have even blown herself up in the first place if he wasn’t there. ah, but there was no point in dealing with such ideas. not like the past could be changed so just deal and suffer through like everyone else in the world. but as soon as she threatened his Veronica everything shifted. 

he sat up instantly, one hand going to rest upon the gun the other slamming into the table. eyes narrowed as he looked into hers and damn did he want to just shove the barrel of his trusty pistol into her temple as he held her to the wall. watch the piss fall down her leg as she realized just how little fucking power she really had. “you really don’t have a brain in that little head of yours do you? you realize that the reason I haven’t blown your brains out on that wall behind you yet is because of Ronny, right? but you fuck with her and the safety comes off.” there was a click as he said it as he switched off the safety of the gun. 

“you wanna play egrets and buffalo? then you better keep in mind that the buffalo went extinct.” he growled, standing up and standing in front of her. looking down into her eyes. “i’ll be there, if only to break a table or two or to break your neck for touching Ronny. keep in mind, Heather, without her I got nothing to loose. how about you?”

[slusheebrained]

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She wrinkled her nose at him, biting her lip as she smiled. “We can mix it up. I’ll get a coke flavor this time. You buying?”

his blood raced at the little tug she gave upon her own lip. wishing he was the one doing that to her lip instead. or that it was his lip instead of hers she was tugging on. god he had it bad.

“wow - don’t get too crazy on me there Ronny.” he teased, placing a kiss once more upon her lips. “of course, what kind of prince charming would I be if I had you pay for your own drink?”

[slusheebrained]

greetings and salutations -- guess who’s back bicthes. 

[bpdmitzu]

[slusheebrained]

@forgedpopularity

he gave her a kiss right back, pulling her into his hip by the waist. “I think that is a perfect idea.... same as always or are we going to mix it up a little?”

[angelmonstrosity]

[volcainist]

[slusheebrained]

cultkiid:

    “Mmh.” She nods. Whilst enjoying a fresh Marlboro, Roxanne fishes in her pocket for a lighter. She palms over a Zippo to the boy. She was waiting for her ride to pick her up from the local Stop ‘N Go, but it looked like it would be another night walking home alone. “Ya gotta shake it first. My light doesn’t work how it used to,” she claims nonchalantly. 

“as long as it works, I don’t care how I get a light.” he did as told, giving it a good shake before clicking it on. a long drag taken from the cig before he passed the lighter back. content now that he had gotten his slushee fix and his tobacco fix. “thanks.” just because he prided himself in rebellion didn’t mean that he had to abandon all his manners. “aah. now that hits the spot...” he leaned back on the wall, taking up his usual spot. “y’picked a great place to catch a smoke. nobody ever bothers anyone here. plus - inside are some great slushees.”

[slusheebrained]

Veronica; I don’t really like my friends

JD, loading his gun: my time has come

[slusheebrained]

@biggerthanjohnlennonn

he was doing his absolute best to not be an absolute asshole towards the head bitch herself. for his girl he’d do anything - even being ‘nice’ to Chandler herself. god knew what he really wanted to do right now. his gun on his hip begging him to use it. the weight feeling heavier and heavier the longer he refused the impulse. 

“is there something I can help you with or did you just decide to start living up to the dumb blond trope.” 

ok. so maybe being ‘nice’ was a stretch. but hey - it was still better than his alternative

[slusheebrained]

@deadgayjock

he chuckled, keeping the gun pointed at him while his other hand scratched at his neck. a nervous tick he never quite figured out how to stop. Ronnie would not like this - but hey. what she doesn’t know wont hurt her. “y’know, I can’t seem to remember what that rumor was. remind me again - what was it you said you did with my girlfriend?”

[slusheebrained]

“newsflash asshole, you aren’t the biggest threat on campus anymore!”

[slusheebrained]

@cultkiid

“hey - got a light? looks like I used the last of my matches...”

[slusheebrained]

STARTER CALL

[lifeinpoetry]

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again.

we will go through             terrible times. And            recover. I begin to hear your voice, and can’t             concentrate. So I am doing what seems

will give me the greatest possible happiness.

I don’t think two people could           have been happier      with this disease. I know that without                    you       I    can’t properly feel.

What I want to say is You             have

saved me.

Everything has gone from me

but the certainly of your goodness.

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, "The Author Writes the First Draft of His Wedding Vows,” an erasure of Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, Leonard, The Crown Ain’t Worth Much

[screenshotsofdespair]