me, an intellectual: Heather Mcnamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is L O A D E D - he sells engagement rings. Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. And Heather Chandler, The Almighty-she is a Mythic Bitch™. They are solid Teflon never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.
A very manipulative and cruel tyrant and bully who leads the Heathers clique and her school with an iron first, and enjoys being cruel to her own best friends. Worshipped at Westerburg High and is a mythic bitch
A more passive member that’s slowly boiling over with rage. She is the head of the yearbook committee and is rather bookish. Other than that, she has no discernible personality.
Head cheerleader who pretends to enjoy picking on other students so she doesn’t become the victim of the other Heathers’ cruelty. Clinically depressed but smiles and laughs and for the most part doesn’t let people see how she really feels.
Smart and beautiful. She showed an important, almost survivalist capacity to be mean when she wanted to be. Not afraid to speak her mind, but at the same time just wants to be liked by both popular and unpopular people.
The typical bad boy on the surface: wears dark clothes, quotes poetry, is brooding, and conventionally attractive. However he’s constantly struggling with inner turmoil following his mother’s suicide. Doesn’t like making connections and thinks of himself as some great philosopher despite him actually trying too hard and just grasping at straws with his comparisons
Too trusting for her own good and is often screwed over because of it. She is a hopeless romantic and has been pining over the same guy since kindergarten. Pursues romantic endeavors with courage despite being the victim of bullying and being clinically depressed.
Often written off as just being a huge dick but is sort of doing what he was told he should do as a jock, beating up people and not really knowing why. He cries himself to sleep because a lot of the feelings he’s going through. Is the linebacker of the football team and is questioning his sexuality but insists to himself that he’s straight and pushes his ideas of “heterosexual masculinity” as his personality.
The smartest guy on the football team and is secretly super good at trigonometry and chemistry. He’s the quarterback of the football team and is also highly questioning his sexuality and to be as straight as possible, he mimics the patterns of Ram (talking about his balls, drinking, partying, etc) not even knowing that Ram is mimiking Kurt’s “heterosexual behavior” basically both of them think the other is as straight as they come and does their best to be exactly like the other.
Sam listens to his buddies from Stanford talk about their first kisses while they sit at a bar drinking shots of whiskey. How great they were, how they were with the head cheerleader under the bleachers, that they were the same night they fucked for the first time.
When Sam is asked when his first kiss was, he just laughs it off and takes another shot.
Of course, he couldn’t say that his first kiss was when he was 13, in the back of his father’s car. He couldn’t say that it was the best night of his life, because he had never felt more love or more adrenaline. He couldn’t say because it was his brother that kissed him while their dad was checking out of their most recent motel room. He couldn’t say because- well
because he was still in love with him.
What is my deal with leather jacket-wearing bad boys named Warren???
A stupid crush. That’s what it was. A stupid
crush on the head cheerleader. He didn’t stand a chance. She was a goody-two
shoes, a preppy pink princess, and Warren was…well, Warren. Surely she didn’t
want to date some hothead like him.
Working at the Paper Lantern had some perks.
Free Chinese food and fortune cookies whenever he wanted it. But another perk
was that it was her favorite restaurant. He’d watch many of her dates go south,
sometimes helping her escape through the back door. It was the little things he
did that made her smile. He would slip an extra fortune cookie in her bag or
even just smile, and it made her feel like she would melt into a puddle.
You were sitting in your favorite booth by
the corner, stirring your straw around in your drink, waiting for your date to
get here. You had been waiting for three hours, but, you didn’t want to give up
on him. One more hour. Then you would leave.
“Hey.” Warren sat across from you.
“Hey.” you sighed, shoulders slumped.
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Date stood me up.” you told him. He nodded.
“I thought so. Here.” he pressed a fortune
cookie into your hand. You offered a small smile. Warren just now noticed the
red in your eyes from crying.
“You’re too good for him, you know. Whoever
he was. If he doesn’t put forth the effort to treat you like the princess you
are, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“Thanks, Warren.” you sniffled, wiping your
tears on a napkin.
“Don’t mention it.” Warren snapped, the tip
of his finger producing a small flame, and lit the lone candle sitting on the
“Do you, uh, could you keep me company? If it’s
not too much trouble…”
He took a glance around the nearly-empty
restaurant. It didn’t seem like his help was going to be needed any time soon.
When you decided to leave, Warren insisted on
clocking you out and walking you home to make sure you made it there safely. You
faced him on the front porch. Out of nowhere, you hugged him.
“Thank you. For tonight. You turned a
disaster date into a nice night.” you told him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms
“How about next time I take you somewhere
other than my workplace?”
“Are you asking me out, Mr. Peace?”
“Um, yeah. I guess. If you want or whatever.”
he shrugged, cheeks burning bright red. You stood on your toes, pressing a kiss
to his cheek. You swear you saw steam rise from it.
“See you at school, Warren.” you sauntered
into the house. “I don’t have any plans this Friday night.”
“I’ll pick you up at 8,” he smirked, trying
to shake off the giddy feeling inside of him, but you could see right through
his tough-guy act.
There’s a hole in the street outside my house
My neighbor, Reggie, didn’t see it
The church man says what we do in body
Affects our soul, it never flies free
The church man is quirky, gestures oddly
Highlights syllables that shouldn’t be
They’re the bottom of the pyramid
He tosses them up like head cheerleaders
The church man points out he went to PrinceTON on a schoLARship, and I
Dutifully say wow that’s a great school
But here I’m emphasizing the wrong thing
Reggie wouldn’t appreciate that
Good thing he’s dead
what i really want is the almost clichéd f/f plot of muse a who is the head cheerleader type and muse b who is her rough, sarcastic girlfriend. where muse a is just this pretty mean girl type with her band of followers (or sorority sisters depending on age) who just do what she says on a whim and most of the school is in awe of her and then there is muse b who is sarcastic and smart and really thinks they are above it all with their leather jackets and confidence and them just being so in love with each other and going out on dates and muse b happily going to sports games to see muse a do what she loves and letting muse a know she has no school spirit but would go to every game if she gets to see her in that stupidly short skirt and get to take it off her after. and muse a shutting down any homophobic slander towards muse b or their relationship and angsty fights because they are so different and not sure they wan the same thing/being way too jealous when someone gives the other a little too much attention!!
SAM: Here. If we’re not back by dawn, call this number – Jody Mills. She’s a friend. She’ll take care of you. Here, use this phone. (7x22)
JODY: You don’t have to explain. I know. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give it. If you want, I’m here. But what you’ve been through the last 48 alone, losing your entire family, everything you’ve ever known or loved – no one can understand that. ALEX: You can. (9x19)
DEAN: Hey Jody. How’s Alex holding up? JODY: Awesome, already head of the cheerleading squad. SAM: Wow, really? JODY: No, Sam, she smokes grass under the bleachers. (10x08)
CLAIRE: So, what? This is some sort of halfway house for wayward girls? SAM: No. Not at all. Jody Mills is good people, and she’ll give you a place to crash until you get back on your feet. It’s not forever, right? (10x20)
DEAN: You gonna be alright now that you’re outnumbered again? JODY: Ah, as long as everyone wears a condom, we’ll be fine. DEAN: I want that bumper sticker. (11x12)
SAM: Ha ha. We figured we’d stop by on the way home and see you, Claire, and Alex. JODY: Aw, that’s fun. Unfortunately the girls are in Omaha for the weekend being angsty at a Radiohead concert. But I can feed you. (12x06)
Give me cliche high school romance movies with LGBT+ people please.
Give me a girl who’s never played an instrument in her life learning how to play the saxophone and bribing people before a school assembly on Valentine’s Day so she can serenade her band geek GF with “careless whisper”.
Give me the two rival star quarterbacks who secretly train together after school (and maybe make out a little).
Give me the genderqueer head of the cheerleading squad and the smartest student in the school going out.
Give me a trans guy cast as Romeo in the school play who falls in love with his co-star, Juliet.
Give me an ace person who’s the editor of the school paper and has a perfectly good and valid relationship with the student who volunteers as the library aide.
Give me the r e a l l y cute foreign exchange student and the student showing her around the school falling in love.
Give me the prom kings who are so in love you can see it in their eyes when the look at each other.
Give me the trans girl dancer and her childhood friend who’s been with her through it all.
Give me the super cool nonbinary basketball player who constantly flirts with the towel/water boy.
Give me the person who’s in a love triangle but turns out to be aro/ace, and the two people chasing after them realize they’ve got a lot in common.
Give me the questioning guy who ends up in a healthy poly relationship with his two closest friends.
Give me the “asshole player” who takes a bet to seduce the “good girl”, but ends up falling for her “badboy brother”.