what is the heathers tag

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Heather Duke has a jeep, why did Macnamara have to ride the bus? Sure Duke was an ass, but did she really make her friend ride the bus? Unless she didn't have her license, but in that case, did she also ride the bus? I mean I don't think that would fly with her, right? She would bitch at her parents to give her some other way. But would she really still make her so called friend still ride the bus? Why does Macnamara not ask for a ride? Is she afraid of Duke? I mean it would make sense if she was because Duke has the ability to ruin her like Chandler used to be able to, but why is Duke more popular than Macnamara, is it because she's bitchier? Maybe it's because she's meaner in general? Or she's just louder? Either way, Macnamara was the more liked of the surviving Heathers, so wouldn't she "inherit" the throne? Or maybe Duke was the only one who wanted it. But in all of Duke's popularity did she really have to make her friend ride the bus? Would no one else give Macnamara a ride?

im still not over that broadway fans are so blind to the fact that most of the LGBT characters in their shows are not ‘representation’ and are merely stereotypes

the book of mormon is not ‘representation’

heathers is not ‘representation’

les miserables is not ‘representation’

just because there happens to be a gay character who is flamboyant does not make that character good ‘representation’

the producers, tanz der vampire, legally blonde etc. etc. is NOT representation

another thing to add: the ‘word of god’ of the author does not make it representation either. the author merely saying a character is LGBT and not putting blatantly it in the text is NOT representation

I feel like we need to make that clear to people this pride month

im sick as a dog right now but snot covered lungless self still managed to pop this baby out of the oven. imma be real with yall, i love kurt and im totally not saying this is kurt through ram-vision but it totally is. in the words of rick sanchez, try not to suck the ghost of his dick TOO hard, ram.

burgerkingwhopperscatfishpotato  asked:

Can you draw Jefferson as Heather Chandler, Madison as Heather Duke, Burr and Heather McNamara, and Hamilton as Veronica (Candy Store?)

YES. ABSOLUTELY.

I changed Madison to McNamara though, because he’s small and anxious, I hope that’s alright!

I had way too much fun with this…

tag urself heathers fandom edition
  • lawful good: quality fic posters & artists
  • neutral good: mcnamawyer stans who probably cry at thanks for coming after me
  • chaotic good: the people who suddenly spam everyone with content
  • lawful neutral: *picture of red/yellow/green thing* "omg heathers is so good"
  • true neutral: everything neatly tagged, no Opinons in tags
  • chaotic neutral: those screencaps from the movie with a quote from a different part of the movie
  • lawful evil: jd/self insert fic writers
  • neutral evil: "chansaw is abusive1!1! jd is my misunderstood bby1!1!"
  • chaotic evil: "christian slater pulling the gun out is the moment i realised i was in love with jd"

anonymous asked:

Please write a kindergarten au snippet of that last ask omfg

At around six o'clock PM, JD was disturbed by something tapping on his window. He looked up from his storybook and ran over to find Veronica, wide eyed and red in the face, trying to come in.
“JD,” she panted, “I’m in big trouble!”
JD opened the window quickly as she climbed in.
“Why? What happened? Did Ms. Zales catch you hiding under the slide after lunch again?”
Veronica shook her head. “No, it’s Heather. She was teasing Martha at Ram’s birthday party, so I told her to stop, but she wouldn’t. Then she started calling me names, so I yelled at her, and she got really mad and pushed me, and then…” Veronica looked at the ground, embarrassed. “I accidentally threw up.”
JD snorted and then laughed, earning a glare from Veronica.
“His birthday cake was really good!” She frowned. “Heather said she was gonna ruin my life on Monday, which gives me…” She counted on her fingers. “Thirty hours to play!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” JD said. “We can play if you want.”
“Look,” she said, pulling two cans of Mtn. Dew out of her backpack. “My mom said I can sleep over, and we can drink these!”
“We each get a whole can?” JD asked, surprised. Veronica nodded and dragged him to his backyard where he had an old, questionably safe teeter totter.
“Now get on,” she demanded, pushing him on it. “We’re gonna be up late tonight.”

i didn’t rlly like the art i did earlier so have another Homicidal Suicidal Lesbian
i’m so excited aaa