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The Season 17 Cast of RuPaul's Drag Race visits Death Becomes Her on Broadway x

There's a moment in Death Becomes Her  where Madeline Ashton announces who the special sponsor of the day is. It changes every show—spectacularly improved and decided by actress Megan Hilty—in the middle of a wild and surprising twist. And this time she decided to note that it was "sponsored" by none other than RuPaul's Drag Race which made the group around me jump up and scream in happiness.

[madhelenjoyer]

death becomes her - mattison & carey/pennette tag on ao3 reaching three digits… ooohh i prayed for times like this

these are the moments that make life worth living ✨ — thank you for your service our beloved madhel fanfic authors <3

[ichigo---miruku]

Helen: Why are you honking?

Madeline: That’s our cemetery, I want to show my love for you.

Helen: By… Honking?

Madeline: Yes :)

Helen: At my tombstone??

Madeline: Uh Huh :)

Helen: …Even though I’m right here next to y—

Madeline: Will you just shut up? I was trying to have a moment here >:(

[getting-terminated-soon]

JENNIFER PLEASE

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final chicago rehearsal for death becomes her 💜

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death becomes her - chicago -> new york

[fahadaccount]

to be considered without asking

[yes-is-a-pleasant-country]

does she know she's dead

[queeringoutrightnow]

I love how expressive she is.

[madhels-enby-boyfriend-deactiva]

Baby… what ditch do you want Mad buried in? Cause uhm… that choreography is… well.. uhm… how do I say this politely?

It suggests you want her face buried between your thighs

[godthatfeltgood]

How have I never noticed this before?! They’re incredibly lesbian

[madhels-enby-boyfriend-deactiva]

I only noticed it on like my 4th rewatch and immediately rewound like 20 times to check- they really are not trying to hide it

[godthatfeltgood]

On my way to rewatch with the sole purpose of pointing out all the stupidly gay things they do 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[madhels-enby-boyfriend-deactiva]

AS YOU SHOULD!! I can’t wait to read about their lesbian antics

[tangoboheme]

That was rude

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

thank me later 🤧

[veryluckyclovers]

sending love to those fighting the job market

[paleode-ology]

no but something about how madeline tells helen that she’s there for her but doesn’t assume it goes both ways. "I think I’m your person" she thinks and she wants to be helen’s but she doesn’t say that helen is hers. "you’ve got me, and I’ve got glue" yes it’s a funny line ofc but also she doesn’t KNOW if she has helen in the way that she wants helen to have her. not to mention the apology and like idk idk im just going crazy thinking about mad finally giving hel space to determine their relationship when historically so much of it has been dominated by madeline. kiss now.

[shelbazoidz]

THOSE BITCHES ARE BURIED NEXT TO EACH OTHER! Not just in the same place, not just the same row, next to. At the same place Ernest and his WIFE are being buried next to one another?? Right. Right. Right. How’d that convo even go????

Walk with me. It's not my best work but I gotta get the bees out of my brain.  *jingles keys* its gay *jingles keys* and its pride month

She sits up against the headboard, glasses sliding down to the bridge of her nose. It feels unfair how Helen only got to enjoy 20/20 vision for four years until Madeline blasted a hole through her. Now it feels like her vision is worse if anything. She pushes them back up her nose, eyes reading over a few paragraphs of options. 

“We could get you a mausoleum?” She says, scrolling through the website of a cemetery. 

“Ooo that could be fun!” Madeline lays on her stomach next to her, feet kicking in the air while she scrolls through her phone. Their pinkies are hooked together in the middle of the bed, both of them focused on their own screens. Helen has been combing through a few cemeteries in the area that would be a fitting place for Thee Madeline Ashton to be buried. Did you know she was a two time Oscar nominee? 

Helen has already done this once for herself four years prior and Madeline cried like a baby at her fake funeral. She couldn’t understand why for the life of her. She was standing right next to her during the service. “But it still feels like you died!” Madeline had sobbed into her chest while Helen soothed her…at her own funeral. 

“Jesus this is expensive.” Helen’s eyes go a bit wider when she sees the range of costs for mausoleums. 

“Who cares! We'll get a big statue of me right on top. No one will ever forget this beautiful face.” She flutters her lashes looking up at Helen who just rolls her eyes with a soft smile. 

“Whatever will the world do without you.” She hums out, scrolling a little further. “Are we doing the whole casket thing for you?” 

“Duh! I don't want a boring urn like some people.” The words have Helen shooting a glare her way. 

“Hey! My urn is beautiful.” 

“It's gold and black Helen, it looks like my grandmother's.” She sticks her tongue out with a grossed out look. 

Helen yanks her glasses off in annoyance, “I'm doing research for you, I can stop right now. You only wanted to plan the fun part of your death.” She says, thinking back to the absolute nonsense that was Madeline's fake death. 

“Don't act like you didn't have any fun with that! I saw your face when we blew that yacht up.” The two of them had sat side by side in the middle of the night on a little dinghy with enthralled matching grins as the yacht went up in flames. Madeline’s fake body going with it. It was a little romantic, the soft glow of boat flames in the back ground on the gentle sway of the ocean.

“That was pretty sick.” Helen had to admit. Rigging the boat to blow had been one of the most fun yet insane things she’d done in her life…and she’d scaled the wall of a mental insa–health spa. “But you have to pick a place soon, your funeral is going to be in a couple weeks.” 

“Stop worrying, I already have.” The words are said almost nervously but Helen doesn’t pick that up just yet.

“Then why the fuck am I still looking for you right now?” Her laptop is snapped shut with a little too much force. She'd been perusing cemetery websites for the last hour!

“Because…I didn’t know how to tell you.” Madeline puts her phone face down on the bed, not meeting Helen’s eyes. 

“Is this about the drone thing again? We CANNOT spread fake ashes with a drone over Broadway.” That’s one of Madeline’s tamer options. 

“No not that…killjoy.” Madeline grumbles under her breath. 

“Well, Hollywood Forever said no to having your own fountain installed.” She still can’t believe she had to call and ask about that.  

“One, fuck them. Two, it's not there either.” Still she won’t make eye contact. 

“Then where is it, Mad?” Helen sighs exasperated, not in the mood for a guessing game. It takes a few more moments of silence for Madeline to finally speak again. She picks her phone back up and Helen gasps at the cemetery on the screen.

“With you.” 

It's the same place Helen is buried. 

 

“What?” She can’t believe it.

“The spot next to you is still open. I thought a lot about it, and all the other, much cooler places my headstone could be but I don’t think I want that. I want to be next to you. If you’ll have me.” Her eyes are trained on the pattern of the sheets as she speaks. Did she think Helen would say no? That she wouldn’t like that? How on earth could she think that? They were spending eternity together already, not by choice but Helen thinks they might have found their way to one another eventually, potion or not. 

“Mad, I would love that. Are you sure though? You said the cemetery I picked was for and I quote, 'Boring nobodies’. ” 

“Did I say that?” Madeline winces, feeling a tiny bit guilty.

“Yes, yes you did.” 

“Then I guess I don’t care anymore. I want to be boring with you forever.” She finally looks up at her with that adoring look that always makes Helen’s brain stop working. 

“That’s a backhanded compliment.” Helen says with a sniffle, feeling her emotions get the best of her. God she was always such an easier crier. It doesn’t help that whenever she starts up Madeline can’t help but cry too.

“It's what we do best.” Tears well in Madeline's eyes, the two of them meet in the middle of their huge canopy bed, wrapping their arms around one another. Madeline pulls back slightly so she can look into those pretty green eyes, cupping Helen’s cheek.  

“I can be boring in death with you over there but here, Hel?” She kisses her gently. “I’m never bored.” 

Her words only have more tears spilling from Helen. Madeline has the terrible habit of making Helen want to strangle her most days and yet she still manages to say the most romantic heart stopping things Helen has ever heard. “Besides, I already have a memorial being built for me in my home town.”

“You’re paying for your own memorial to be built?” It shouldn’t be shocking, that’s such an on brand Madeline thing.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Are we going to have to fly there to keep that one pretty too?” She asks, cuddling into Madeline’s side. 

“Maybe once or twice a year.” She shrugs, resting her head on a shared pillow. 

“Oh great.” Helen sighs but she doesn’t really mean it. She’s up for anything as long as Madeline is with her. 

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[poledancingghostson]

I believe in giving people bootlegs they really want, even if they have nothing to trade, because the whole point of bootlegs is making sure that people who were not able to see their favourite musical for whatever reason get to experience the parts of the show they don’t get from the soundtrack. Bootlegs expand the musical theatre audience to those who live far from New York, or don’t have the money to pay for tickets; people who just want to see their favourite actors or their favourite shows however they can. It is cruel to keep that from someone who so passionately loves musical theatre. Broadway is all about inclusivity so include those people who are not privileged enough to go to Broadway! Much appreciated.

[xcrystaal13x]

THIS!!!

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Jennifer Simard + Megan Hilty attend Anna Wintour's annual dinner (source)