#heathers thoughts

[winchester-warriors]

I still find it hilarious when anyone besides zuko starts talking about needing to regain their honor. It makes me chuckle every time

[nocakesformissedith]

I love that Heather Duke and Veronica both have something superficial about them that sets them apart from the other three Heathers: Veronica being, well, Veronica and not a Heather by name, and Duke being the only Heather (including Veronica) to not have a primary color as her color. It helps to establish both their own personal discomfort with their roles in the clique (Veronica about being in the clique at all, and Duke about being the lowest on the totem pole in the group) as well as the friction between them and Chandler, the "leader," with Veronica having to ~prove~ her social worthiness to be in the group or risk being ousted - while Duke's status - low that it may be- isn't called into question or threatened. Idk if any of this makes sense I just really love the color symbolism in this film lmao

[wecanbebeautiful]

Can we talk about how during Our Love Is God there's that one part where Veronica and JD are cuddling and smiling while singing like no what are you doing Veronica stop smiling and being happy YOURE PLOTTING A MURDER!!!!!!!!!

[gingersducksandbubbles]

It's like 8am, but I didn't go to bed till 4:30isham. So I'm awake right now and I feel like the first kid awake at a huge sleepover cause no one is active on social media anywhere and I feel like I could just run around posting stupid stuff and making noises and laughing cause no one is awake to hear me.

[sporadic-continuum]

It's been nearly six months now, and the other day I was talking about you to someone while in my car and I damn near started crying because I realized I actually really miss you. Right now even, I'm in the dining room studying and the house feels so empty because your TV isn't on and there aren't pots in the sink from your random dinners at midnight and there hasn't been beer in the fridge since August. The dogs haven't barked and the gate hasn't slammed and you haven't been around to get into stupid arguments with me that left me shaking mad because we were both so fucking stubborn that we had to be right all the time. I like to think that you would be proud of me, I'm in clinicals and working and trying my hardest. You once told me I could go to Julliard for music if I wanted to-- not that I could have, but you had that much confidence in me, even if we did always have fights and disagreements. I miss you, Kevin. And I'm sorry I didn't hug you back that night, no matter how aggressive of a hug it was you gave me.

[sporadic-continuum]

Since waking up I have shoveled and did a full set of blogilates work outs and i feel sO GOOD ABOUT MYSELF!! Maybe I can make this into a real habit this time. But now I'm super hungry oops... i'm gonna go make a chocolate PB-nana smoothie and eat the oranges my mom is yelling at me to finish lol

[sporadic-continuum]

But then it’s all so new and fresh and doesn't feel real. He’s coming home in a couple of days, right? We’ll hear the gate close and the dogs bark and he’ll come in with groceries and complain because the dishwasher was run half empty, won’t he? It’s not until later, weeks, months even, that we realize that this is real. It’s all real and he isn't coming back. The body on the bed, hunched over in that impossible position, it wasn't a dream. 

But now everyone else has moved on to the next tragedy and we’re alone, for real this time. Alone with our realizations, so much for "if you ever need anything call”. We all knew it wasn't true then, but it was ok, our lives were still ok. Later is when you need people, and later is when they’re nowhere to be found

[welcome-to-my-candy-store]

Trying to hit the riff in candy store like...