#Ms. Flemming

[emlemony]

Okay but what if, Mendel Weisenbachfeld and Pauline Fleming dated (or at the very least were friends) at Berkeley in the 60s?

[aqsvaporeon]

Made these and couldn't go without posting them SOMEWHERE

[mspaulineprofessionalacc]

Thought I'd inform you I saw @ask-chandl3r AND @ask-heather-duke kissing in the bathroom next to the cafeteria.

Who were they kissing?

[blueikeproductions]

Based on some funny Heathers the Musical script details from this post.

The Duke dances angrily and JD kicks ass were my favs.

Early short stories I did depicted Gowan as an eccentric older black man who doesn’t hide his disdain for his job, with a personality closer to Principal Lewis from American Dad but more subdued. A friend suggested he be based on Andre Braugher, may Andre rest in peace, so I went with that visually.

I wanted to draw the bit with Bud but wasn’t sure how to go about it, since a running gag on my end is we never actually see Bud’s face. The shit eating grin still fits my depiction of him well, though I feel like the scene would take place during Hawkins since Bud and Braverman met back then.

I feel like the freshmen wouldn’t be imaginary, and there’d be a small group led by Duke’s middle brother, lol. Veronica wouldn’t know that though, she still makes it up and is shocked to see him wander by.

[amalgamasreal]

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a mob character in a Gundam franchise fighting against one of the titular mobile suits? Before episode 12 of G-Witch did you think it was weird that older Gundam fans said that Suletta and Aerial were terrifying?

Well enjoy your nightmares, here's the POV of a mob fighting a Gundam that's LESS destructive than Suletta and Aerial:

[chandlerkisser69]

Silly question of the day, if Heathers characters formed a band, what instrument would they play

[ask-peter-dawson-blog]

Yay! Maybe you can even convince Heather Chandler to join, I mean she did kiss you earlier with no socks on didn’t she? @mspaulineprofessionalacc, we have our first member that’s willing to join!

Hi Stephanie. Would you be interested by any chance in joining the Westerberg LGBTQIA+ alliance?

-@ask-peter-dawson-blog

Sure, why tf not

[chiiimchar]

Small fic based on this!

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"So do you think a HUGE scissors sadness could beat a small rock sadness?"

Siffrin chuckled, but kept his gaze on the unfinished chair leg, "I think so, yeah. A strong Scissors craft done by a person can still beat a rock sadness, so it could work in a hypothetical sadness versus sadness fight, can't it?"

Bonnie hummed, "I guess so? You should try that sometime."

"Are you suggesting I go explicitly against precisely what Nille told me not to do?"

Bonnie giggled, "It's not like you don't do it anyway!"

Siffrin almost messed up their carving, "No I don't!"

"Yes you do! I know things, you know?"

Siffrin grimaced, "...how do you know?"

Bonnie laughed, loud and cheerful, "For starters, you've just confirmed it!"

Siffrin groaned.

"And also, you keep going out to 'fish', come back with no fish, and looking like you got mauled by a bear."

Siffrin gasped, "No I don't! I don't lose fights!"

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

Bonnie giggled, and Siffrin exhaled, finishing up another chair leg. He blinked, "Oh! I think I'm done with the chairs."

Bonnie turned away from the stove, "You are?"

"Yeah. I just need to make the table legs, sand and assemble all of these, and I'll be done with Ms. Jill."

"Good," Bonnie says, "She sucks. I don't like her coming here so often."

Siffrin hummed, sanding the latest chair leg some more, "Are you almost done cooking? I can help if you're not."

They shook their head, tongue sticking out as they stirred the pan, "No, I'm neeearly done." They gently flipped the sweet potato fries, and promptly turned off the stove, "Ok, all done!"

"Did you salt the fish?"

Bonnie nodded, then the nod slowly turned into a shake of the head. "Forgot."

Siffrin laughed, and stood to ruffle their hair, "It's okay. I'll bring the salt once I set the table, then."

Bonnie pushed his hand away, sticking out their tongue, "Okay! I'll go wait for Nille outside!"

Siffrin smiled as they ran off the house, and set the table. The cute, nicely decorated fork for Bonnie, the plain darkless one for themself, and the one with the darkened handle for...

"NILLE'S HOME!" Bonnie exclaimed from the door, startling Siffrin into dropping the forks on the table, "Oops! Sorry!" They said, a nervous smile on their face.

Siffrin breathed deeply, and smiled at them both, "Hey, Peel."

Nille smirked at him, "Hey Crabfrin, did Bug here blow up the kitchen today?"

Bonnie groaned, "No!!!! I didn't!!!!!!"

"Results inconclusive. I was busy carving. The kitchen might just be gone."

"I didn't!! I didn't blow it up!!!!!"

Nille shook her head, fake remorse in her tone, "Wow, that's too bad. Guess we'll have to get a new kitchen."

Bonnie puffed out their cheeks, "Alright that's it. None of you get to eat my delicious and amazing fish and sweet potatoes."

Nille laughed, "Nooo! Buggg please let us have some!!"

Bonnie shook their head resolutely, "No. You were a crab. No food for you!"

Siffrin smiled, "What if I apologized and gave you a little kiss on the forehead?"

Bonnie paused. "..fine."

.

They sat down to eat.

Dinner was about as eventful as always, which is to say everyone spoke about what they did during the day (and when had Bonnie had time to do all that? Had Siffrin really been that immersed while carving?) and, of course, sent their compliments to the chef ("We MUST have someone else cooking here, the cooking is too good!", "Wow, you picked out all the fish bones? Thanks Bug!")

After that, Bonnie went to bed as Nille was on dishwashing duty, and Siffrin in drying.

"Did Mr. Flemming give you much trouble?" Siffrin asked, drying a fork and putting it away.

"Huh?" Nille tilted her head, passively scrubbing a plate, "Oh, nah, he was patient and all, he just had me waiting for long bouts of time in-between tasks. That's why I took so long to get home."

"Ah." She usually got home before Bonnie even started cooking, after all, "I see."

They cleaned for a few more minutes in comfortable silence.

"Oh, right." Siffrin said, "Do you want to come with me to watch a play, next weekend?"

"Sure," Nille answered easily, "What's it about?"

"I'm not sure, I think it's new? Something about a boy going inside of a book?"

"That sounds fun. Are we taking Bonnie?"

"If they wanna come!" Siffrin nodded, finishing up the last plate, "I don't think it's age restricted."

"Cool, we have a weekend plan, then!" Nille smiled, and walked out of the kitchen, "Don't forget tomorrow Bon has that playdate of theirs after school, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll pick them up." Siffrin nodded, removing his gloves and smiling at her, "Good night, Nille."

"See you tomorrow." She smiled back, and they both went to bed.

.

Sifffin sighed shakily under their cloak.

Bonnie never did go to that playdate. He refused to think about what happened to their little friend, and instead held Bonnie's hand tighter and they continued to run.

Chin up Siffrin.

Chin up.

[saneperfectdoller]

Give me your unpopular Heathers opinions

I don't really like Ms. Flemming

[toxinoire]

Heathers + Mean Girls as things my classmates (or just my batch generally) (and me)'s interactions

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Ms. Norbury: Why is it that in the Philippines bathrooms are called "Comfort Rooms"?

Janis: "Comfort room" but people cry in there.

Gretchen:

Gretchen: Wait you're right-

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Martha, putting a slug toy in a toilet paper roll: It's a snail! It has a house now!

Veronica:

Martha: I'm so mature :)

~~~~~

Janis: You're still not done???

Damian, holding up her iced coffee in a gay ass way: This is a cold drink, and I'm a theatre kid. Put two and two together.

Cady: Four.

Janis:

Damian:

Janis:

Regina: *wheeze*

~~~~~

(Playing scrabble)

Damian, to Cady: No, it has to be straight.

Janis: Oh woooowwww how Catholic.

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Veronica: Here's my braincell. *draws a dot*

Betty: That's your braincell? Here's mine. *taps pen on paper but doesn't open pen so there's nothing*

Veronica: Where is it?

Betty: Exactly.

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Ms. Flemming: Wait, why doesn't she want to ride the ferris wheel?

Veronica: She said it's a "hygeine issue."

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Heather, to Heather: The reason why you don't get it is because you're a basher.

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(Grouped together in a research project)

Janis: Yeah but-

Regina: sHUT THE FUCK UP

Janis: HEAR ME OUT

Damian and Gretchen: *treating this like a sitcom* The drama I love it.

~~~~~

Betty: Hey, has anyone done the presentation?

The whole class: ....

The whole class: No.

Betty: Perfect we can get an extension.

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Ms. Flemmimg: You have to write in cursive.

Heather: What

Heather: WAIT NOOOOO

Heather: I don't remember how to write in cursive.

Veronica: I'm fine with cursive when I write it with my own free will not when I'm fORCED

Martha: Why???

Betty: It's as if we're back in grade school.

~~~~~

People in class: *hollering at nothing*

Janis: Gay.

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Janis: Hey, what's the schedule today?

Cady: Uhhh first there's general math-

Janis: Fuck

Cady: Then physical science-

Janis: Fuck

Cady: And 21st century literature

Janis: Fuck

Damian: *laughs*

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(A message on the whiteboard that insults a whole grade level because of how they use the classroom and leave it in a mess)

Janis: Damn.

Damian: It's right though.

Gretchen: Can't be an opinion if it's a fact.

Aaron: "Cheap perfumes" Holy shit.

Cady:

Cady: *turns to Regina*

Regina:

Regina: They left the classroom is arranged for once it worked.

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Heather: No, you do it like this.

Veronica: Yeah then just take x+3 and-

Betty: I don't gET IT

Heather: Then maybe yOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABSENT.

Veronica: YEAH

Heather: And now Heather is judging us.

~~~~~

Heather: *sees a pride flag on Heather's pencilcase*

Heather: Wow how bold.

Heather: Whatcha mean? That's our country's flag, I'm patriotic.

~~~~~

(In the class gc)

Heather: Is it just me, but I can't edit the gdrive Ms. Flemming sent.

(No response)

Heather, replying to her own message: Heather, me too!

Heather, replying to her message again: What do we do Heather?

Veronica: Me too!

Veronica: Guys reply to her message, she's sulking now.

[ask-peter-dawson-blog]

HAHAHAHAHA OMG YOUR BANNER 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂👎👎

Plenty of people at Westerburg are queer, there’s nothing to laugh about. I can report you to Ms. Flemming if you’re being a nuisance towards others.

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

"DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)" THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

Unlike last time (which I luckily skipped because I felt sick at night and was allowed to stay at home), I don't have tests tomorrow! So yeah, here it'll be! Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) in Italian! In which most of the syllable numbers have completely gone off to fuck themselves and left me alone with this fucking mess! But, first of all, a little something I gotta say:

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

[VERONICA, cantato] Volevo uno che mi proteggesse Ho lasciato che mi manipolasse e li uccidesse La sua soluzion'è 'na bugia Non si morirà più per la sua pazzia Meno che per me e il mostro ch'ho creato Sì SÌ! In guardia, J.D. Sono una morta vivente

[STUDENTI] For-za Westerburg

[VERONICA] Non puoi nasconderti Sono una morta vivente

[STUDENTI] For-za Westerburg

[VERONICA] Senti la campana della morte Un'ultima danza deciderà la nostra sorte Mano per mano all'inferno con una morta vivente

[STUDENTI] Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Forza, Westerburg!

[STUDENTI] Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Forza andiam, forza andiam, ora!

[parlato]

[MS. FLEMMING] Veronica!? Jason Dean m'aveva detto che t'eri appena suicidata!

[VERONICA] Sì, beh, si sbaglia su molte cose.

[MS. FLEMMING] Ah, avevo messo assieme un tributo carino Specialmente considerando il poco preavviso.

[VERONICA] Prof Flemming cosa c'è sotto alla palestra?

[MS. FLEMMING] Il locale caldaia?

[VERONICA] Eccolo!

[MS. FLEMMING] Veronica che sta succedendo?

[VERONICA, cantato] Non ho tempo di parlar Sono una morta vivente!

[STUDENTI] For-za Westerburg Dimmi cos'è quel suono! Arriva Westerburg Per piantarvi sotto al suolo! Vai! Vai! Westerburg! Caccia 'n grido eterno Westerburg vi ucciderà E manderà dritti all'inferno!

[parlato]

[VERONICA] Allontanati dalla bomba.

[JD] Questa piccoletta? È difficilmente una bomba. Serve solo a far esplodere i pacchi di dinamite di sopra in palestra Quelli sono bombe Le persone vedranno le ceneri delle superiori Westerburg E penseranno: "Ecco una scuola che s'è autodistrutta Non perché alla società non frega niente Ma perché quella scuola era la società!" L'unico posto in cui le Heather e le Marthe possono andare d'accordo è in Paradiso!

[cantato]

[VERONICA] Vorrei tua madre fosse stata un po' più forte Vorrei la sua scelta non fosse stata la morte Vorrei tuo padre fosse migliore! Che tutto non fosse peggiore! Vorrei avervi incontrato anni fa e averla fermata proprio là! Vorrei venissi con me–

[JD] Vorrei avere più dinamite!

[STUDENTI] Ah-ah-ah For-za Westerburg Dimmi cos'è quel suono! Arriva Westerburg Per piantarvi sotto al suolo! Vai, vai, Westerburg! Caccia un grido eterno Westerburg vi ucciderà E manderà dritti all'infer–

[VERONICA] *Urlo* So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

[VERONICA] I wanted one (implied to be one guy) who would protect me I let him manipulate me and kill them His solution is a lie No one will die for his madness anymore Except for me and the monster I created Yeah! Yeah! Heads up (but more literally "En garde"? On guard, be alert?), J.D. I’m a living dead (girl)!

[STUDENTS] Come on, Westerburg!

[VERONICA] You can't hide, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[VERONICA] I’m a living dead (girl)

[STUDENTS] Come on, Westerburg!

[VERONICA] Hear the death bell One last dance will decide our fate (GOOGLE TRANSLATE I THANK YOU FOR SUPPLYING ME WITH THE WORD FATE I LOVE YOU) Hand in hand in hell with a living dead (girl)

[STUDENTS] Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Come on, Westerburg!

[STUDENTS] Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Come on let's go, come on let's go, now!

[spoken]

[PAULINE FLEMING] Veronica!? Jason Dean told me you’d just committed suicide!

[VERONICA] Yeah, well ("beh"), he’s wrong about a lot of things.

[PAULINE FLEMING] Oh, I threw together a lovely tribute Especially given the short notice (I BUTCHERED THE SYLLABLES IN ITALIAN HERE I'M SORRY, TO SAY THIS YOU'LL HAVE TO BECOME EMINEM)

[VERONICA] Prof. Fleming, what’s under the gym?

[PAULINE FLEMING] The boiler room?

[VERONICA] That’s it (but more of a "He's there")!

[PAULINE FLEMING] Veronica, what’s going on?

[VERONICA] Don't have time to talk I’m a living dead (girl)!

[STUDENTS] Come on, Westerburg! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes (but more literally arrives) Westerburg To plant you under the ground! Go! Go! Westerburg! Give an eternal yell! Westerburg will kill you And send you straight to hell!

[VERONICA] Step away (/distance yourself) from the bomb.

[J.D.] This little thing (but more literally "baby" but more of a diminutive of it)? It's hardly a bomb This is just to explode the packs of dynamite upstairs in the gym Those are bombs People are gonna see the ashes of Westerburg High School (but more literally superior school because that's what we call the after middle school part in Italy) And they'll think "There’s a school that self-destructed Not because society doesn't care But because that school was society!" The only place Heathers and Marthas can get along is in Heaven!

[VERONICA] I wish your mom had been a little stronger I wish her choice hadn't been death I wish your dad were better! That everything wasn't worse! I wish I'd met you (AS IN HE AND HIS MOM) years ago and stopped her right there! I wish you’d come with me—

[J.D.] I wish I had more dynamite!

[STUDENTS] Ah-ah-ah! Come on, Westerburg! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes (more literally arrives) Westerberg To plant you under the ground! Go! Go! Westerburg! Give an eternal yell! Westerburg will kill you And send you straight to (hel)—

[VERONICA] *Scream* OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

[VERONICA] I wanted someone strong who could protect me I let his anger fester and infect me His solution is a lie No one here deserves to die Except for me and the monster I created Yeah! Yeah! Heads up, J.D. I’m a dead girl walkin'!

[STUDENTS] Hey, yo, Westerburg!

[VERONICA] Can’t hide from me I’m a dead girl walkin’

[STUDENTS] Hey, yo, Westerburg!

[VERONICA] And there’s your final bell It’s one more dance and then farewell Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walkin’

[STUDENTS] Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Come on, Westerburg!

[STUDENTS] Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA] Here we go, here we go now!

[spoken]

[PAULINE FLEMING] Veronica!? Jason Dean told me you’d just committed suicide!

[VERONICA] Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.

[PAULINE FLEMING] Oh, I threw together a lovely tribute Especially given the short notice

[VERONICA] Ms. Fleming, what’s under the gym?

[PAULINE FLEMING] The boiler room

[VERONICA] That’s it!

[PAULINE FLEMING] Veronica, what’s going on?

[VERONICA] Got no time to talk I’m a dead girl walking!

[STUDENTS] Hey, yo, Westerburg! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes Westerburg Comin’ to put you in the ground! Go! Go! Westerburg! Give a great big yell! Westerburg will knock you out And send you straight to hell!

[VERONICA] Step away from the bomb.

[J.D.] This little thing? I’d hardly call this a bomb This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym Those are bombs People are gonna see the ashes of Westerburg High School And they're gonna think "There’s a school that self-destructed Not because society doesn't care But because that school was society" The only place Heathers and Marthas can truly get along is in Heaven!

[VERONICA] I wish your mom had been a little stronger I wish she stayed around a little longer I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you’d come with me—

[J.D.] I wish I had more TNT!

[STUDENTS] Ah-ah-ah! Hey, yo, Westerburg! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes Westerberg Comin’ to put you in the ground! Go! Go! Westerburg! Give a great big yell! Westerburg will knock you out And send you straight to—

[VERONICA] *Scream*

[mspaulineprofessionalacc]

I have heard discussions and stuff and I am proud for @ask-chandl3r coming out we are even going to let her be a leader of our new schools Lgbtq+ alliance :)

[blueikeproductions]

Two Incorrect Heathers Quotes for the price of one, and I didn’t want to waste the page space. The one with Ms. Flemming is lifted from a quote I found browsing Instagram. The one with Sophmore aged Braverman and JD is lifted from @oh-goddess-of-chaos.

[ask-heather-duke]

Heather it is perfectly fine if you are a lesbian! Despite the stigma against gay people are still people

I mean what do you think I meant by in the 60s love was free.

-Professionally Ms. Flemming

why the FUCK is the hippie on here and why the FUCK is she calling me a LESBIAN???????? WHAT.

im not gay.

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

I was bored.

I have a feeling who is going to win...

Okay okay in my defense of grouping together weasel Snyder and the delanceys, I just did it so there wasn't too many newsies options