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Can't we be seventeen?

Is that so hard to do?

If you could let me in

I could be good with you…

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Freeze your brain

Swim in the ice

Get lost in the pain

Shut your eyes tight

'Til you vanish from sight

Let nothing remain

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Light reading in the cafeteria…I prefer to observe than get too involved with other people…

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Greetings and salutations, happy 7/11 to all who celebrate.

Slurpee on the house?

What more could you need on a day like this…

(OOC but since these are both my pictures and one of them is of me pls don’t use these in aesthetic boards or posting without permission thanks!)

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Sometimes all it takes is one small choice for everything to change…

Heather Chandler was a tyrant who forced everyone into line and complacency. Veronica was going to go kiss up to her to not end up an outcast in the sea of losers after having the guts to stand up to her the night prior.

Pouring Drano into that cup would end her tierany, her control, it would set us all free! It would set Veronica free…

I could see the panic in Veronica’s eyes as she realized Chandler was done for. The lack of pulse, the way she fell, make no mistake. She was dead.

It wasn’t what I expected, you know? I had thought about these things before over the years but never did. There was no reason to, not until now. I felt a bit shaken up myself not going to lie, not because of remorse. No, I don’t regret it-I wanted that bitch gone. But, I didn’t want to get caught. Getting caught equals cops, separate prisons, never seeing Veronica again.

I kept it as cool as possible, however. Veronica needed me to stay cool under the pressure, we had work to do if we wanted this to look like a real suicide. I know she wanted her dead, too. She was just too afraid to do it herself, she can lie to herself about Chandler, Kurt, Ram, or whoever but not to me. I just gave her the nudge needed to make things really happen….

Watching the way everyone cries for Heather has been. Entertaining. The way Heather Duke has been running her mouth on tv, the revisionist history of it all, it bothers Veronica more than me. I just need some popcorn and her around my arm as we watch the sudden wave of faux grief, chaos, and a cleaning of Heather’s rug (got to get the death out of it someway ¬‿¬) unfold….

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Every six weeks, I end up back on the road due to my dad’s work. Usually when we’re still new to the banal place and my old man is in a mood, I visit the nearest 7/11 and see what Slurpees are on the table, see if there’s anything new to try or stick with the classics.

That’s what I was after at the 7/11 in Sherwood Ohio, a rush of frozen sweetness to my skull to quiet the pain inside when Veronica Sawyer came in on a little fetch quest for the crowned dictator of high school herself, Heather Chandler.

Veronica…

There was just something about Veronica.

Usually I keep my head down, no point in getting attached when I’ll be gone before anyone can say “hello” or “goodbye”. But Veronica was different. I was compelled towards her. I couldn’t not answer her questions and wanted to be in her company. Even sharing my only safe space, the only thing I could trust, with her.

She didn’t seem to fully understand at first but she listened and tried and that was enough for me. I could have hung there with her all night if she didn’t have a party to go to, but she had a clique to conform to and friends she didn’t like to please (even if cliques and matters like popularity were clearly below someone of her stature.)

But I let her go, and yet I couldn’t seem to get her out of mind even as I sat at home trying to read a book hours later…

And heard something or, someone coming in through my window…

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*Greetings and salutations do you want some water with that?! Bring it in friend! ^^*

Clean soul and heart? How sweet, saccharin even…

what if instead of jason dean it was jason clean and instead of killing people and drinking slushies he hugged people and drank water

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Your love keeps me humble…🖤💙

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Kurt: I don't understand!

I already knew jocks were dull-witted assholes but come on now…🙄

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Problems like the Heathers can’t be solved with bandaids.

They need to be taken down and we have the power to do it. To help people, to save what little of humanity deserves to be saved and so people like Heather Duke don’t reign supreme. Heather Duke is the problem, not Fleming, not us.

And she wants to do this whole “normal teenager” thing. Which. Ok. *sighs*

Ok, I’m willing to try, for her. Because I love her. I want her happiness and I can’t lose her but.

It feels like such a waste of the power we have…

I’m doing this for you, Veronica. Can’t you see that?

I’m doing all of this for you~

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The end of pride month is approaching us and tolerance of each other is somewhat in the air???You’re welcome. 🔫 ¬‿¬

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(My 3 am interpretation of this just for funsies):

Click. The familiar sound of a gun shot. The gun is fired during the fight. Veronica had shot JD. He’s gasping in pain but her hand lingers, adrenaline pumping, full of uncertainty. They both stay frozen in shock, even though they were both on the brink of collapse from injuries.

He slowly grabs onto the gun tighter with a wince. He could’ve pulled the gun away from her but, he already knew he was done for…she beat him successfully and he was literally and metaphorically too damaged to keep living. And as painful as it was for her, Veronica knew what must be done in that moment, for the good of Westerburg:

Click. She fires again and he does nothing to stop her…As if letting her know it was ok in his own way. If one of them had to die, at least it wasn’t her…She was too good to die, she still had her soul and spirit in spite of everything, unlike him. He had been cold and empty and dead on the inside when they met yet was now more alive than ever but with a thwarted purpose and soon to be dead on the outside and she saw the good in him still-

He would’ve snickered about the sudden turn of events in the way that used to enthrall her but now only showed her how deranged he had become…If the pain already unbearable enough hadn’t somehow gotten worse with the second bullet.

If there was no return before there certainly was no returning now…

“Was it good for you? Kinda sucked for me…”

ok so the gunshot after dgw reprise went off twice at the first preview which was an accident BUT i cannot stop thinking about the implications of this if it was actually part of the scene. like the first shot was an accident but enough seconds passed before the second that whoever had their finger on the trigger would’ve had to have made the conscious decision to shoot again. so either ronnie intentionally shot him again or he shot himself… oh my god this is making me crazy

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I’m more of a no-rust buildup man myself…

It ends hangovers and Heathers >:)

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curtain call jdronica btw

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(TW: Parental De@th, S*icide, and general nihilism. This is a heavy one)

We don't really talk about my mom. Or at least, I'm not asked about my mom much but.

My dad always tells people what happened was an accident. But she knew what she was doing when she walked in that building. She waved at me through the window, just seconds before it all went kaboom with her inside.

She left us.

She left me.

Ha, was life so UNBEARABLE that she couldn't STAND to fucking live in it?! With me?!

Not that I can blame her, I guess...this world, it's dangerous. Full of uncaring ASSHOLES who don't owe you a damn thing. It just takes and it takes until there's nothing left.

Nothing ever changes if you don't make it change. More people just get hurt when will it never end? If we don't make it end...

In a way, I should thank you, Mom. The pain of your absence has given me clarity on what really needs to be done.

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Our love is god, Veronica 💙🖤

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Greetings and salutations~

Didn’t catch my name? Didn’t throw it…

But I’ll end your suspense, Jason Dean, “JD” for short.

Student of Westerberg High, son of Big Bud Dean (The old semi psychotic in all his toxic glory where do you think I got my taste for bombs from?)

In a relationship with one Veronica Sawyer.

But you probably knew that already, didn’t you? Everyone knows introductions are superfluous fluff anyway…

(Welcome to my JD writing/ask blog! It’s not necessarily 100% a rp blog more a dumping ground of in character writing and vibes but. Eh will see how it goes though when it comes to rp. I’d be willing to write with the right people. Writing basis and face claim is Casey’s JD from the Off-Bway revival! Question box is open if you have anything to ask. Also this is a side blog so I don’t follow people too much because I don’t want to out my main. All OOC writing will be in parentheses from now on! Thanks!)