shoutout to all high school dropouts, students who didn’t get accepted into college, students who used to be on honor roll but became overwhelmed, students who study for hours but still fail tests, or student who don’t study at all due to depression/anxiety, you are all stars and I’m wishing y'all the best luck possible to get back on your feet
Les Mis:dramatic foreign exchange kid who plays up their own country’s stereotypes to mess with the other students. Huge heart; cries at the end of literally every movie. In with the popular kids.
The Book of Mormon: the most politically incorrect kid you’ve ever met. Whenever they say anything, you wait a few moments and look around at the other students to make sure it’s okay to laugh. You sometimes lay awake thinking about things they’ve said because they’re right.
Newsies: that poor freshman who still hasn’t hit puberty yet. Has a friend group of other woefully prepubescent boys. Think Sam and Company in Freaks and Geeks. They sit in a corner of the lunchroom and hope the athletes won’t find them. Is very vocal about how much they hate the school and won’t shut up about transferring to some school in New Mexico. Ran for student government as a freshman and won, shocking everyone.
Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812: Transferred to your high school for only a year, but no one will ever forget them. Was responsible for planning the legendary senior prank that resulted in the principal running from the school screaming. Eventually got expelled. Some students blame it on racism drama that 1812 themselves actually had nothing to do with; most people understand that this rumor is false.
Waitress: the kid who decorates their binder covers with glittery letters and hums while they organize their locker. Spends free time volunteering: not for their resume, but out of the goodness of their heart. Punched the school bully once and nearly went viral. Is actually reasonably popular–partially because they’re friends with popular junior Sara B., but mostly because they’re such a great person.
Hamilton: the freshman kid who somehow manages honor roll academics, five extracurriculars, a part-time job, a small nonprofit, a mental illness, and a dog. Is legendary for sassy one-liners. Carries speakers everywhere and dances on tables in the cafeteria, getting everyone to sing along. Is somehow really, really popular; some of the other kids are salty.
Rent: the artistic/political kid. Senior who the other kids look up to. Openly responsible for the controversial political graffiti in the bathroom. Got suspended once for protesting the student dress code: the only thing the handbook actually says is that you must wear shoes at all times, so they just showed up to school naked. Is low-key Hamilton’s idol. Like Newsies, also won’t shut up about transferring to some school in New Mexico.
Wicked: the other artistic/political kid, though slightly more on the political side. The kid with all the pins on their messenger bag. Their Facebook is full of social justice rants and emotional videos shared from liberal media pages. Is probably going to become president.
Dear Evan Hansen: the kid who’s really quiet irl, but has ten thousand followers on Tumblr and is a minor online celebrity. On Facebook, posts inspirational quotes in pretty fonts with nature backgrounds and gets maybe two or three likes. Draws on arms with Sharpie during class. Is also somehow in with the popular kids, but chooses not to hang out with them.
Little Shop of Horrors: the kid who is really sweet but whom you suspect is kinda internally unbalanced. Has a dark sense of humor; makes quiet jokes sometimes that no one else hears, but you do, and you’re terrified. Bonds with Dear Evan Hansen over plant obsession.
Heathers: other slightly unbalanced kid, though they’re more obvious about it. Is basically Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. Sometimes wears rollerskates to school; listens to podcasts and wears headphones everywhere and only takes them off to fight bullies. Actually still uses an iPod. Not really in with the popular kids, but does have a gaggle of admirers among the younger students.
Be More Chill: the kid who works in the computer cluster. Is quite a jokester in general, so people don’t know whether or not to be worried by their self-deprecating jokes. Is in Yearbook and swaps out the class portraits of people they don’t like with the most unflattering pictures in the world. Almost sent that version to print once and had a panic attack in the bathroom. Is actually rather famous for said panic attack in the bathroom. Has an unexpected friendship with Heathers.
Falsettos: the senior kid always making snarky but surprisingly philosophical comments at the back of the class. Insists that all everyday objects are metaphors. Always looks to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. No one understands how everyone in their friend group knows each other. Tried to run for student government, but tragically lost to popular homecoming queen Dolly Midler.
they love deeply but don't necessarily want to admit it. enjoys scarier/darker stuff. introverted. wannabe rebel. communicating/ conveying feelings isn't very easy for them. passionate. have some kind of edge/darkness to them. ambitious. restless. watch out when they're pissed.
stubborn. logical and practical. wants to talk about feelings. can be insensitive but loyal. intelligent af. adores music. grammar, punctuation, spelling freaks. for some reason does goofy voices and makes weird noises a lot. lives on the computer. hilariously clever.
probably won't hesitate to throw someone else under the bus to succeed, but is friendly and nice. soft spoken, quiet. intimidatingly smart. athletic as hell. cute sense of style.
soft squishy lil lovebugs. when they find their passion they go and do it. will love you forever. struggles with self love/respect. makes very good points in arguments. really likes food. odd obsession with animals.
egotistical and self-glorifying, but owns up to mistakes and apologizes for them. though if they're embarrassed by it they tell you to shut up. likes to be the center of attention. honesty about feelings is not their forte. just wants to be loved. hugs and cuddles are their fave, any kind of touching really. suck at texting. commitment issues.
pretentious. super smart, probably in a lot of advanced classes. struggles with depression and self-image. looks to make deep connections. insightful. always knows obscure facts. really likes video games. awkward.
super understanding. on your side 100% of the time. amazing listeners. artsy. good with their hands. deep problems at home. gets annoyed pretty easily. puts on a mask a lot. trust issues. creative. rants for hours. twinge of sadness about them. can be really negative. has great hair.
kinky. excellent huggers. wants to help but kinda sucks at it. arrogant. great friends. saying "I love you" isn't natural for them. smart. tries. knows they've fucked up but doesn't do much to stop or fix it. a mysterious heaviness to them. abhors ignorance/stupidity. doesn't know how to handle breakups.
boss ass bitch. motivated. intelligent. works hard. very understanding. cares about you. flips out at little things. wants fulfilling relationships. artist. listens well. family issues. not always honest about how they feel. strong. confident. full package.
quiet. judgey. soft and gentle huggers. aren't very concerned with relationships. hard to talk to, but want you to talk to them. will probably make it in business. articulate with feelings.
kind. hot as hell. craves physical contact. easy to befriend. fun to spend time with. honor roll af. manages emotions healthily. well-rounded individual. points out interesting things. stimulating conversation. there for you.
innocent and doe-eyed. super cute. in advanced classes, as they should be. empathetic. caring. defensive of their friends. will always love that one person. easy to talk to. fully immerses themselves in their music genre. tries to be threatening but isn't. avoids conflict. bubbly. can miss the point a lot.
Any time I watch Twin Peaks season one and think about Laura Palmer: “Hey, I admire any teenage girl who could have several handsome boyfriends, be popular, be homecoming queen, be on the honor roll, cope with a demonic force, lie to her friends 24/7, get one boyfriend running drugs, drive another mad with passion, seduce her therapist, be a hardcore cocaine addict and high-class expensive escort...all while participating in the town Meals on Wheels programs.
Eh, when I was 18 I could barely manage applying to college and passing Chemistry.
INTJ: The kid who is at the top of the class even though they don’t seem to work nearly as hard as the other people up there. They are an extreme nerd, but you wouldn’t guess it by just looking at them. Are (or at least seem) extremely confident and put-together, which, along with their unequivocal dislike of most people, makes other people who don’t know them well nervous around them.
INTP: The kid who has straight A’s even though they haven’t picked up the text book since they brought it home. Obviously a nerd and/or geek. They hardly talk to anyone, except to the teacher in order to pose theoretical questions that don’t have a solid answer. Their backpack is more like an endless collection of miscellaneous junk.
ENTJ: The kid who is the president of 4 different clubs and captain of a sport, whether or not they actually tried to obtain these positions. May or may not be at the top of the class, but everyone is convinced that they are. They slightly scare everyone else.
ENTP: The kid who never pays attention or does any work, yet is always on the honor roll. They know and talk to literally everyone and teachers love them. They are the supreme random trivia champions. They would crush everyone on the debate club if they joined, but that would mean researching a specific topic for too long which is too much effort and not enough pay off.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how the mechanics & expectations work for charisma-based characters is a lot different than for combat-oriented characters.
If we treated combat abilities the way we treated social interaction, then we’d see something like this:
Fighter: “I stab the guy through the chest, all the way to the hilt, with my blade sticking out of his back and blood pours out of him..
GM: "Okay, roll for damage.”
Fighter: “….. I got a 2.”
<GM & Fighter look at each other and try to explain how the enemy has a sword sticking through him, but only took 2 points of damage.>
Of course, the solution is that combat characters roll their dice first and then, based on the result, describe what they did to achieve that result. But with charisma-based characters we do things like
Bard: “I raise my eyebrow at the bar wench, lick my lips, and then thrust my pelvis at her suggestively.”
GM: “Okay, roll seduction.”
Bard: “Nat 20!”
GM: “Great, you found the 1 creature in the entire universe that is actually receptive to that pervy come-on.”
I guess, what I’m getting at is, should we (as GMs) potentially alter what charisma-based player characters do, so that it is actually consistent with their rolls?
Or are we honor-bound to allow their actions to have the desired effect, even if they make terrible, terrible decisions when interacting with others?
“ did you study for that test last night? ”
“ i didn’t study, i’m so doomed. ”
“ can i borrow a pencil? ”
“ are you coming over tonight, to study? ”
“ i think i’m gonna skip this class. ”
“ are you gonna skip class with me or not? ”
“ i have detention after school. ”
“ i think they’re gonna expell me. ”
“ can you believe the teacher failed me? ”
“ i’m not leaving early, i don’t feel good. ”
“ why didn’t you sit with me at lunch today? ”
“ why are you ignoring me today? ”
“ you’ve been ignoring me all day, it seems.. ”
“ i hate sharing a locker with you sometimes. ”
“ why are you cleaning out your locker? ”
“ can i copy your homework? ”
“ did you even do your homework? ”
“ what are your grades anyway? ”
“ have you been skipping without me? ”
“ give me your lunch money. ”
“ i don’t have any lunch money. ”
“ can i borrow your book tonight to study? ”
“ are you going to practice today? ”
“ i hate gym so much. ”
“ this class is so boring. ”
“ think you could tudor me after school? ”
“ i could tudor you if you want. ”
“ can you stop raising your hand every five seconds? ”
“ some of us are here to actually learn. ”
“ i don’t wanna go to school today. ”
“ did you see the new kid today? ”
“ so, your the new kid, huh? ”
“ where you from, new kid? ”
“ i have way too much homework. ”
“ you haven’t been to school in days. ”
“ why are you always absent? ”
“ you’re going to get us into so much trouble. ”
“ i forgot my locker combination. ”
“ why did you get called to the principles office? ”
“ maybe you should consider home school. ”
“ this school’s lunch meat is so nasty. ”
“ stop texting me in class. ”
“ you never take anything serious, specially school. ”
“ have you ever passed a grade? ”
“ i made the honor roll! ”
“ i could really use the extra credit. ”
“ you’re a teacher’s pet. ”
“ did you go to try outs yet? ”
“ i need it for science. ”
“ are you going to the prep ralley? ”
“ gonna watch me play tonight at our first game? ”
“ i thought we were friends. ”
“ are you going to help me or not? ”
“ do you wanna do this project with me? ”
“ do you have a extra pencil? ”
“ do you wanna be my partner for this project? ”
“ looks like we’re partner’s for this assignment. ”
“ you spelled your own name wrong. ”
“ is that a good star? how’d you get one and i didn’t? ”
“ i really have to finish this essay, please. ”
“ you want me to ride the bus home with you after school? ”
“ my mom picks me up, do you need a ride? ”
“ do you need a ride home after school today? ”
“ are you going to walk home with me today? ”
“ i can’t believe we met each other in detention. ”
“ you were totally making out with someone in the halls. ”
“ these halls are way too crowded. ”
“ why are you always so late? ”
“ you’re late to class, again. ”
why jungkook lookin like he’s that one pta mom that always be starting shit at brunch
“Oh so I heard through the grape vine that Linda’s cookies for the bake sale were actually……*whispered* store-bought”
“A little birdie told me that little Jonny Banks fell off the honor roll this quarter… *whispered* you didn’t hear it from me but I figure its because Mrs. Banks took him off his gluten free diet *sips soy latte*”
am i supposed to believe that rachel amber who casually quotes macbeth and robert frost in conversations, who is on honor roll at blackwell, who improvs entire romantic speeches in shakespearean plays wanted to be a model when she got to LA?
the rachel amber we’re seeing in lis: bts is a theater nerd. a drama geek. at this point i’m finding it hard to imagine how she’d ever buy into jefferson’s superficial charms. especially when she’s starting to recognize the bullshit facade that her father puts up every day.
which makes me think of a possible way that deck nine could resolve this in episode 3. a way to show that your choices actually matter. because when you think about it, there is a sequence of events that led to rachel’s death in the original game. crossroads where, if she or chloe had made different choices, things could have ended differently.
so what if this is the game where you make those choices. what if by making the world conform to what we saw in the original game, you are pushing it toward that reality. by placing the bobblehead on the dashboard, by deciding to call david step-douche instead of step-dick/ step-fuck. by asking rachel to get a tattoo instead of a kiss or her bracelet. by saying that you want to go to los angeles instead of new york or the open road.
and what if by making all the other choices that don’t match up with the main game, you are creating an alternate reality. after all, that “hole to another universe” graffiti is one of the first things we see when chloe wakes up in her room in episode 1.
what the kids would be doing if they actually went to highschool
john is a theater kid, but not a Theater Kid - he’s just there to get his elective credit filled out and get training for a career in showbiz. he does standup at the local theater. carries out an eight-week prank war against the mean teachers under the alias “mr. egg”
rose runs the school newspaper and has at least 3 private writing blogs. also started her own poetry magazine for the nsfw 8000-word sapphic monologues the school wouldn’t let her publish and called it “Much Done About Nothings” to spite censorship. passes 5 AP classes without showing up once.
dave has his own radio show and does morning announcements; later on, after around junior year, he starts dj’ing at parties and cafes. takes dance classes to kill time after school and ends up teaching beginner’s hip-hop to freshmen; joins manga club ironically but ends up bonding with a lot of the people there
jade starts a gardening club and crowdfunds solar panels for the greenhouse; takes an all-AP roster and somehow has hours to spare. 4 years on colorguard, 3 years of honor roll. is on a first name basis with literally every teacher, that one kid who’s always down to give you a ride (i.e. The Best Kid)
“Aaliyah! Shawn’s here!” Karen called from downstairs.
“Coming!” Aaliyah yelled back, jumping off her bed.
Today was the day Shawn would bring home his new girlfriend. They were going to have a sit-down dinner and everything.
Everyone was excited to meet you. Shawn had been gushing about you since way before you two started dating. But he had mentioned that you were nervous. So Aaliyah made it her mission to make you feel at home.
Sans, who has lost everything time and time again. Sans, who has nothing left to fight for, because it will just be taken from him again. Sans, who has lost all hope in a happy ending.
Sans, who finds a happy ending. Sans, who realizes nothing’s going to go away this time. Sans, who starts to actually become a parent to Frisk and decides to start becoming more active in their life.
Sans, who joins the PTA.
And there he meets fucking Linda. Linda, who loudly and vocally protested monsters arriving at the school. Linda, who constantly misgenders Frisk and tries to enforce quiet hands. Linda, who advocates for gluten-free food not because of allergies, but because she read once in a blog that gluten is so bad for you, don’t you know. Linda, whose lemon bars are shit and opinions even shittier.
Sans has something to fight for now. He also has something to fight against.
He stops napping during the meetings and becomes more involved. He starts to actively fight all of Linda’s stupid ideas, even if it does result in him going to the principal’s office more than twice. Sans standing up for all the kids that Linda and he stupid policies have hurt, however directly.
Asgore ends up having to go to meetings to hold Sans back in case things get too heated. He enjoys himself. The fact that he’s willing to discuss things without shouting gets him elected PTA president in a week.
Sans, who gets the other monsters to help him out. Toriel and Muffet helping out at bake-sales. Undyne becoming assistant coach to the sports teams and the most aggressive soccer mom. Alphys upgrading the school’s computer system, and sketching out better curriculum plans during marathons of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. Mettaton running the talent shows and school plays, and plugging fund-raisers during his shows. Papyrus volunteering at everything he has time for.
Sans realizes he’s trapped in white suburban mom hell. He falls for the tropes more often than he would like to admit (”oh, your kid made the honor roll? my kid’s an ambassador” “fight me on this, helen.”) but he doesn’t care because he knows he’s helping others. He becomes the hero of the school, to both kids, monsters, and adults who were sick of Linda’s bullshit from the start but were too afraid to say anything.
Because this is the kind of Undertale I want. I want to see this weird family of like seven parents, one kid, and one particularly violent houseplant, but nobody questions it. I want to see monsters living on the surface in perfect domestic bliss, and even making things better. I want to see these poor babies happy. And I am so happy that we’ve latched onto something that is in no way shape or form canon and have not only decided that it’s a thing, but are using it to vent out our frustrations on systems that have failed us.
“I did what I did. I did a few things like moonsaults off the tops of cages, but usually I relied on wrestling and technique. A lot of people used to think you had to be really chancy, but I was never like that necessarily. If you know how to structure a match, you don’t always need that stuff. Other guys are starting to understand that, and I haven’t seen this much great talent in a long time. Obviously wrestling is doing something right.” — Kurt Angle
“It was a surprise. I had a message on my phone [from WWE] to call the number back. I think they got ahold of Ricky at the time. When they called, it was just like a suckerpunch. It just knocked us off our feet.
It’s an honor for Ricky and me to go into the Hall of Fame.”
— Robert Gibson (The Rock ‘n’ Roll Express)
“I’m humbled and honored, man. Just to be a part of it. I remember Dusty telling me one time, “You know, D, there’s only two things left in our business that’s still real: your first world title, and the hall of fame.” That’s gonna be emotional for me.”
— Diamond Dallas Page
“If you looked at all the boxes you would check to make a main event guy that would go down in history as one of the best, Rude checked all the boxes. He was an all-around package. He looked good, he could play the part, he knew what to do. He could take great bumps, feed the babyface when it was time to feed, and he would never run out of gas.”
— Ricky Steamboat, on 'Ravishing’ Rick Rude
“People think because I do a lot of talking on TV and stuff and that I am an outgoing person, well I am really not, I am kind of a loner. You guys were able to do that for me, and get me back out there, get me on this podcast, and get my name out there. This Hall of Fame thing, I am just honored to be apart of that. I really want to thank the WWE, the WWE Universe, Vince McMahon, Steph, Hunter, all those guys that gave me the opportunity to portray my talents and gave me a break, I just want to thank them all and say I appreciate it.” — Teddy Long
“When you are in WWE, you dream of that moment when you get to reflect on your career and the things that you did and you get that wonderful individual honor. It seemed so far off in the distance for me when I was wrestling. I didn’t know when — or if — I’d ever experience that feeling. I certainly didn’t think I’d have that opportunity this early in my life. It’s amazing and very, very humbling.”
— Beth Phoenix
This was going to be a blurb but I got way too excited and now, I’m thinking about a part two. Anyways, I’d just like to say that I’ve been seeing a lot of fics on thigh riding these past couple of days and I don’t want anyone to think I’m copying or stealing ideas. This was requested nearly a week ago and there’s got to be a million and two thigh riding pieces so just DON’T. Okay, hope you enjoy.
“Ya know, caesar salads really get me going, too.” He chuckled as he stepped tauntingly towards her.
She rolled her eyes, “Fuck you.”
“I bet tha’s what ya want,”
Y/N wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed with the fact that she had soaked through her panties and was now biting back pitiful mewls as she rutted against the chair or the fact that she’d gotten terribly horny at her family dinner table with her her cocky, shit-eating grin bearing, boyfriend watching in amusement with that stupid twinkle in his eye.
She figured, if she kept her attention on the conversation the rest of the table was having, she could forget about the current mess she’d made of herself, but, it seemed the longer she deprived herself of what she so desperately needed, the stronger that urge to sneak off to the bathroom with Harry in tow became. How she’d gotten into this predicament was beyond her, but now she was in a hole she couldn’t climb out of.
And Harry was definitely not helping.
He sat across the table from her, toying with his bottom lip to disguise the arrogant smile he’d been sporting since he realized the reason behind her red cheeks and dilated eyes. Every so often, he’d bump her foot with his before sending a knowing glance. At one point, he’d even gone as far as to slowly lick the sauce from his fingers while keeping his eyes locked on hers, hollowing his cheeks as he slid them out until reaching his fingertips and releasing them with a pop. And once he saw her clenching her fists and fidgeting in her seat, he’d ask, “Y/N, you feeling alright?”
And each time the only reply he received was a tight-lipped, “Yes.” And a rather harsh glare.
Her mind was clouded by selfish desires and the longer the dinner ran, the more and more she considered acting upon those irrational thoughts – maybe no one would assume anything if she discreetly grinded against her chair – and now she was sure the evidence of her arousal would be clear for all to see. Curse her for wearing a dress.
This was a bad idea. One hell of a bad idea. The woefully unfit mother of all bad ideas. How Lexa ever thought this could work in her favor was now entirely beyond her. She winced as she stood, partially hidden, at the end of the hall and watched the now painfully familiar scene play out.
Clarke only briefly glanced down at the small white envelope tucked into the door of her locker. She didn’t bother to open the thing, just a quick look at her own name scrawled across the top, and then she rolled her eyes hard enough to send them rocketing into the back of her skull. For the fifth time in a row, she wadded up the unopened envelope, tucked her English book under her arm, and then shut her locker and headed to class. The crumpled unread note landed on top of a heap of trash in a hallway bin, and Lexa wanted to crawl in with it. She may as well stink as bad as this utterly idiotic idea and it’s completely hopeless execution. Just another high-school trash pile.
“Give it a try,” Mr. Jaha had said. “You might be surprised by the results.”
Yeah, Lexa was surprised all right. She knew Clarke had been anti-relationship since Finn Collins cheated on her sophomore year with a girl from another school and gave her Chlamydia. But she hadn’t expected her to be so completely jaded that she would take one look at a nice, nerdy note from a nice, anonymous nerd and act as if someone had sent her an eviction notice despite her having no intention of ever paying the back-rent.
It had been two years, but at the mere mention of ‘love’, Clarke acted like she was still waiting for a pharmacist to fill her Azithromycin prescription and cure her of every last Finn-Collins-related symptom. That was unfortunate for Lexa considering she had been in love with Clarke Griffin since the sixth-grade Honor Roll trip when Jasper Jordan stuck gum in Octavia Blake’s hair, and Clarke diligently ate the chocolate off six Reese’s cups so she could use the peanut butter to slide the gum out. A sacrifice of peanut-butter cups to save your best friend the horrors of a bowl cut. Talk about heroic. Lexa had pushed her glasses up on her nose and swooned from the back of the bus at the sheer cleverness of the girl.
And thus began her quiet pining for Clarke Griffin.