#.:*・°☆ the other character's name: cady heron.:*・°☆

[tamarasmultimuseblog]

"It is probably the strangest thing that had ever happened to me, but my name is Tootie, and the city that I was originally from was Dimmsdale. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cady Heron. It's not something that happened to me before. Not even the person who works at the Town Hall knows what happened to everyone." Tootie said to her.

“This whole experience is just weird, right? How we all just arrived here, and don’t know what is going on around here? This is so not fetch, as my friend would have said. Anyways. I’m Cady Heron. What is your name? And where were you from before you arrived to this place?” She asked the person whom she had just seen is nearby her at the moment. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[servingcuntry]

about me

hey there! my name is laera and i use she/they pronouns. i love reneé rapp, towa bird, billie eilish, and more! my many interests include mean girls, writing, poetry, daydreaming, etc.

i've been writing for eight years and spend a lot of my time doing it! i am willing to write fluff, smut, angst, and everything in between. i write anything from oneshots to multi-chapter series <3 i'll also write social media aus/chatfics, ships, etc! i will only write for fem!reader, nb!reader, or gn!reader. as of now, requests are open.

i will not write adult x minor, anything including sa, and darkfics. i also don't do celeb x celeb! i have the right to decline any request that makes me uncomfortable <3

masterlist

* = indicates smut (minors dni)

🎤 celebrities

reneé rapp ☆

nothing here yet!

billie eilish ☆

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💋 mean girls (2024)

regina george ☆

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karen shetty ☆

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gretchen wieners ☆

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janis imi'ike ☆

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cady heron ☆

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🌈 other characters

leighton murray ☆

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[cadybear420]

Okay I'm literally only through the first book of my HSS playthrough with a new MC ("Cady Heron", yes I did name her after the Mean Girls character but I might rename her), and already she feels like a vastly different person from my usual MC Evie.

As I've mentioned a few times before, Evie is a lot more of a go-getter, more talented at her football, and more interested in her romance with Aiden (she keeps things platonic up until he asks her to homecoming, then expresses a few more romantic interactions after that). So she won homecoming crown, succeeded in the spirit stick heist, won Berry the football game, and got to kiss Aiden at homecoming. I headcanon that she was a bit of an outcast in her old schools, and she's motivated by having a fresh start in Berry to step out of her old shell.

Now with Cady, on the other hand, I'm playing her as a lot more of a screw up. She sucks at football, holds herself back a lot more in her romance with Aiden (she likes him but does not express anything romantic to him even after he asks her to homecoming), and tends mess things up fairly often. As a result, she didn't win homecoming crown, she failed the football game and the heist, and she did not get an option to kiss Aiden at homecoming. I don't have as much backstory headcanon for her since I created her like, just yesterday, but I play her as someone with more passive and pessimistic tendencies.

Evie and Cady, despite having some of the same canon events, genuinely feel like two completely different characters!!! And I love that!!! I want replay value!!! I want actual choices in the interactive stories on an app literally called "Choices"!!!

PB please start putting this kind of effort in your books again.

[joinmeinenvy]

Oh, is that FRANCESCA D’AMIANO? I heard she is THIRTY-FIVE years old and is EMPATHETIC. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also NON-CONFRONTATIONAL. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian who works as a REPORTER.

Basics.

full name: francesca paola d'amiano nickname(s): cece, cissy, fran age: thirty-five birthdate: october 3rd star sign: libra gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual birthplace: manhattan, new york city, new york current residence: manhattan, new york city, New York languages: english, italian, and french

Reflection.

face claim: isis valverde hair color: dark brown eye color: light brown height: 5’4 build: slim, athletic with long limbs tattoos: an infinity symbol on her left wrist, a small daisy on her right hip, scars: none, thank god.

Personality.

characteristics: curious, charming, nosy, alert, poised, indecisive, romantic, changeable, understanding, virtuous, whiny, secretive, narcissistic, charitable  fears: heights and being alone passions/hobbies: playing the piano, shopping, traveling, community service, fashion week, photography, jogging while listening to true crime podcasts, organizing charity auctions, especially ones for artwork created by local artists. character inspo: rachel green (friends), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), cady heron (mean girls), lois lane (superman), elle woods (legally blonde), beth march (little women), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls) drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: weed only / yes / yes, but only if other people are colors: a combination of neutrals and earthy tones, occasionally pastels aesthetics:the italian countryside, a white linen blouse showing just the right amount of skin, the scales, a farmer’s market in the middle of summer, desperately searching for the truth, a pencil skirt and fitted blouse, an inner battle hidden behind a smile, and watching a sunrise.

Backstory.

“This is no place for girls,” her father would say whenever young Francesca inquired about the family business. Unlike her sister, Francesca felt no allure toward that world; she was content playing the role of the principessa, steering clear of its darkness. Francesca excelled as the perfect daughter—studious, responsible, and adept at ignoring what she shouldn’t see. It was a challenge, especially since she had a curious mind. But after her father snapped and grounded her for asking about the blood on his shoes, Francesca recognized there was a dark world outside of the safe bubble her father built for her. Perhaps that was when her passion for investigation began. It was fascinating how much information one could gather unnoticed, as if the shadows themselves became her allies in uncovering the truths of the family business. When she was a preteen, Francesca finally grasped the reality of her family's business. Nothing she had overheard prepared her for witnessing those she thought of as family beat a man to death. The experience left her in shock. When her father found her crying in her room, he comforted her but insisted she never speak of what she had seen. With her lip trembling, she asked him if they were bad people, but he remained silent. At that point, Francesca wanted nothing to do with the Serpents. Her fragile heart couldn't bear the thought of the atrocities committed by those she loved. Instead, she chose to focus on helping others rather than causing harm. She became deeply involved in community service and outreach for those affected by gang life, believing it was her way of countering the evil her family had inflicted. However, she struggled with the hypocrisy of enjoying a lavish lifestyle funded by her family's terrible actions. Francesca loved her family and could never abandon them, leaving her trapped in an internal conflict she couldn’t resolve. She stayed on a positive path for as long as she could. Francesca earned her undergraduate degree in journalism and criminal justice from the University of Missouri. Her parents argued that Columbia, which had also accepted her, offered an exceptional journalism program, but Francesca was desperate to distance herself from her family and the darkness she knew they were involved in. Her time at university was something she cherished; she didn’t have to worry about gang life or its consequences catching up to her. After graduation, she received an amazing job offer from ABC that brought her back to New York. No matter how far you run, you can never escape your fate. While she adamantly refused to join the Serpents, Francesca still supported them in her own way. News stories about their misdeeds were conveniently lost or dropped from her station. New Yorkers admired her dedication to cleaning up the city and her fresh perspectives on crime, unaware of the secrets she was hiding. This life had brought her many cherished friendships and relationships, but she could feel the corruption growing within her. Francesca had committed actions she thought were for the greater good of herself and her loved ones, but now it was slowly tearing her apart. With the recent death of Giovanni Moretti, her anguish is only growing.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hey, I would love to draw Baylie! If you don’t mind could you give a description of her? (Appearance, weight, hair length/texture, height, clothing, scars/birthmarks, personality, etc.) just so I don’t have to rake through a bunch of posts and I really want to get it right!

Aw, anon 😭

You really don’t have to! But if you want to, go ahead :) (this is VERY detailed tho since I know you said you wanted detail lol)

For her appearance she’s pretty thin. kinda like this?

She has albinism; so if you look up pictures of people with albinism you’ll get the gist, but mainly that means she has no pigment so her skin is pale, her hair is white (though it kinda fades to a buttery color at the ends because that’s kinda how it is with albinism and hair; the longer the hair the more likely that it turns a more buttery color because of outside elements. Her eyes are periwinkle? like it’s this mix between blue and purple. She has B2 hair; for red it kinda looks like this since google doesn’t really give the right pics when i look it up so it’s right here :)

(at least that’s the hair type anyway; the color is different ofc) She has a LOT of hair too; like her hair is thick as hell. She usually puts it in pigtails to keep some of it out of her face so it’s kinda hard up half down. If I had to describe her appearance it’s kinda deer like? small frame, small head, big eyes, y’know how it is. She usually wears a white button down shirt and greenish shorts? She wears a wide brimmed hat with lots of feathers in it; mostly parrot and starling feathers. Shes 5’6’’.She has a small scar on her cheek. She also has tattoos on her back that look like bird wings.

Personality time!

She’s VERY hyper. She’s highly extroverted. Like she’d go out in the middle of the street and strike up a conversation with someone at random. She’s an ENFJ (according to a personality test i took kinda for her?) She can come off as a little bit obnoxious. But she means well. Kinda think Pinkie Pie from MLP. She can kinda be all up in your face but she doesn’t mean to be. She’s pretty maternal; she’s the mom friend who will be up your ass like ‘did you eat? did you drink? did you say something nice to yourself yet?’ and she kinda tends to be a bit annoying with that. but she backs off a bit when she realizes that.

A few characters I can think of that are like her personality wise are Pinkie Pie, Cady Heron (before the whole Regina thing), Emily from Hazbin Hotel and Kinkajou from Wings of Fire. She tends to be a lot at times but she’s pretty loyal. Shes Australian too. From Cairns to be more specific. She LOVES being outside. Her mom worked with animals a lot and her dad worked as a vet for exotic animals. So she loves animals. She moved to America because her dad was offered a better job (he was really on the run because he did really bad shit but more on that later) and she was really happy to explore new places. She has six siblings; an older brother named Adrian who goes off to the military, twin siblings named Jude and Giavanna (Gigi and Juju for short), and I haven’t worked out the other three yet.

She is huge on art and music and does drama club. She does competitive dance as well and is really good in the arts department. Shes also a huge math/science person. Biology especially. Shes not really one to be squirmed out by anything. Shes seen a lot when her dad was working with animals lol-Kyle’s her best friend lol (or well; closest. then it turns into smth more? they end up together in the end; she’s got a lot of angst in her life but i don’t wanna spoil too much :) )

After her dad leaves because he’s on the run, her mom was diagnosed with a terminal illness and because her brother is gone she becomes the sole caretaker for her family.

I hope that’s enough info!! :)

[daenystheedreamer]

You asked me my fave ASOIAF ships so it’s only right that I ask u what yours are 🫶🫶

oh honey you got a big storm comin 😈 

SLAY TIER GOD TIER S TIER GOAT TIER

JAIME/BRIENNE: god it's just so. like its truly insane. they are beauty and the beast but there's LAYERS like ok first look. oh she's a girl and he's a boy so she's beauty and he's the beast. but jaime is so sexyhot and brienne is ugly so he's the beauty and she's the beast. oh but she's brienne the beauty and he's a lannister lion. oh but she's the only kind and good and pure soul in the world and her eyes are so, so beautiful and jaime is so horrible and destroyed inside and out and he's so cruel but he doesn't want to be but he does. AND he dreams of fighting alongside her nude like ok RRRING RRING um hi freud i gotta crazy guy for you to psychoanalyse yeah he's got daddy AND mommy AND sibling issues and he’s a little gay with it.

THEON/ROBB: look ok. coming out as a robb neutral. THATS KIND OF A LIE look i love robb he's just a boy he's forced into the meat grinder he's hamlet he's doomed i love that that's so fun. but i'm not one of those people who's like WE NEED A ROBB POV or like mad he died. i'm a theongirl first and foremost and the way i love throbb is through the lens of theon my traumatised horrible catboy.

RHAENYRA/ALICENT: god what can be said that hasn’t. vicious lesbian divorce. psychosexual incestuous passive aggressive actually aggressive love hate inner child growing old always on their mind everything is about the other constrained by patriarchy doing patriarchy but in a way that benefits you. and she’s her stepmother.

FUN TIER

JONSATIN: yeah yeah its a bit of a yaoi ship i know i know. mostly i like it cos it gives satin something to do LMAO i really like him so i have to give him personality and wants and a backstory and jon is a great puppet for that. on jon’s side honestly satin is like the nicest choice for him everyone else has so much baggage...

LORENLY: its like canon i like it. i like the doom and tragedy i like how renly is a fun guy and loras is such a cunt.

DAENSA: i think they would be a nice couple :) i think they would be good for each other. nice fluffy ship, very sweet. lemontreecakes forever!!

SANSAERY: its like what if regina george and cady heron were lesbians. i love manipulative bitch margaery whos like shit she’s genuinely nice and pure and cute goddamnit. and sansa who has to slowly realise she’s being used but that even though their relationship is kinda fucked up it IS complex. also really funny that she was comphet for marge’s gay brother.

GENDRYA: she’s 9 so im like meh on it but its very sweet. the living-vicariously-through-your-children marriage robert wanted with sansa and joffrey. well actually its the genderfreak lyanna clone and anarchist robert clone. 

STAVOS and MELYSE: idk melisandre and selyse’s ship name. i could be serious about it but it’s just funny to me. you can still fuck even when youre at the rotting decrepit old age of 34 and you once cut off your domestic partner’s fingers

HONOURARY MENTIONS

JonValJon: i dont like ValJon because it so often negates val’s character and her wants and desires also jon is 15 and val is like clearly an adult woman but the name is really funny i like les mis eh heh heh

Theonsa: i like show theonsa i think its sweet. book theonsa i dont like because shes a lesbian.

Brienne/Sansa and Brienne/Margaery: show only. its cute and brienne x margaery is kinda hot ngl. also Brienne/Cersei that’s also hot. sorry im gay.

[nomorefstogive]

I had a thought what do you think would be a modern songs or musicals want get a musicart in tact opt. I thought of ones based on Mean Girls, Heathers, Cats the musical, Chicago the movie specifically the cell block tango and Six the musical.

I am not sure about the lore of musicarts and why there is no such thing as a male musicart or is there a in lore explanation that I don't know about but If we can I would love to see one based on Jason Dean from Heathers if we can't get a male musicart we could just get one based on Veronica.

Mean girls, They could have one based on Regina George or Cady Heron.

Cats could have an old cat girl named Grizabella to me I would like to see more variety as in gacha tend not to have playable elderly women that look visbily old.

Cell Block Tango and Six the musical, there are so many options on who to pick I would be fine with any of them but if I had to pick Katalin Hunyak Helinzki and Catherine of arragon would be my choices.

Admittedly I am likewise uncertain as to why there are no male Musicarts, the closest we have to a male one is Enigma and that is because no one knows what their gender is.

The pictures are courtesy of the Takt op. fandom wiki:

That said, it is interesting to consider modern, or simply non-classic era Musicarts, your ideas for potential Musicarts for the songs are nice as well, especially in regards to there being more variety by adding an older character, perhaps she could be the one who acts as a tired grandmother most of the time, but when one of her grandkids is threatened she starts making the Despair Dolls into her personal scratching posts lol.

Perhaps she could be of a thicker build, muscles gained from a lifetime of work matched with calloused hands, laugh lines and crows feet to go with her gray hair, all joined with a slightly whimsical nature to match the...unique let's say, nature of Cats, that is nonetheless underlined by a relaxed and calm personality.

I also cannot see her speaking with anything but a New York accent for some reason lol.

In that same vein, in thinking of non-classical music inspired Musicarts, an image that comes to mind is that of Frank Sinatra's "My Way", and the Musicart inspired by it being either an older man or woman, they look like someone that has walked their road and are content with the ending in sight.

Be it male or female I see them wearing a dapper suit and hat, at least partially in honor of the way Sinatra would dress when singing, with their hair having gone gray or white and their face adorned with laugh lines and wrinkles.

They would be the wise old mentor to most of the Musicarts and Conductors, the one that would have them sit down at a Tea Break and offer wisdom and advice as they smoke a cigar.

In battle though, they quickly teach everyone that the old adage is true, that "In a job where most die young, Fear the old" is especially true in regards to them.

I admit I am unfamiliar with the other songs, I will take a look at them when I get the chance.

With all of that said, I am glad to see your ideas for this fandom, and I hope that you stay safe and take care.

P.S. What do you think of a Musicart inspired by something like "Dark Was the Night, Cold Was The Ground" or "Sound of Silence" would be like?

[melihabalik]

{ ASLIHAN MALBORA, 24, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY } Is that MELIHA "MEL" BALIK? A JUNIOR originally from ISTANBUL, TURKEY GATLINBURG, TENNESSEE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study EDUCATION on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE RECLUSE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

wanted connections. timeline/updates. current plots.

character statistics.

FULL NAME: meliha balik

NICKNAMES: mel

GENDER: demigirl

PRONOUNS: she/they

BIRTHDAY: june 25, 1999

FC: aslihan malbora

ZODIAC: cancer sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

cancer sun : fundamentally sensitive, nurturing, and gentle. emotions feel like a burden; deeply committed to their relationships and being good to the people they care about.

scorpio moon :  emotional self is intense, passionate, and a bit dramatic. has trouble opening up and letting other people in, and tries to keep emotions to themself. finds it difficult to trust others, which manifests in suspicion and controlling tendencies. finds security and safety through your home and family.

leo rising : comes across as bright, good-natured, and magnetic. Your energy makes you seem like a know-it-all.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: single

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: punctual, intelligent, eloquent

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: anxious, reticent, shy

SKILLS: interior decorating, writing, dancing (even though they would never actually show their skill with this one - they are a pretty good dancer)

EXTRACURRICULARS: junior class board, book club, queer alliance

physical statistics.

EYE COLOR: hazel

HAIR COLOR: brown with blonde highlights

HAIR TYPE: straight

HEIGHT: 5'4

PIERCINGS: single lobe piercings

TATTOOS: no visible tattoos

CLOTHING STYLE: very modest - layered clothing. they go thrift shopping with extra money they receive from working. is usually seen in a cardigan. their clothing style kind of screams church sundays even though they don't go to church.

JEWELRY: doesn't wear a lot of jewelry. wears a small silver necklace with the outline of a heart.

character parallels.

cady heron (mean girls), amy antsler (booksmart), lexi howard (euphoria), nick carraway (the great gatsby), charlie kelmeckis (the perks of being a wallflower), emma pillsbury (glee), gabriella montez (high school musical), rory gilmore (gilmore girls), andrea sachs (the devil wears prada)

character trope.

meliha is the recluse. they almost always has their nose in a book - too quiet, too shy to speak up. and when they do, her voice is almost a whisper. it's easy to talk over them. they have a hard time socializing at parties (if they ever even go). they are social around those who are close to them, but they are never the first one to speak up. it's a wonder they ever actually leave their dorm to join in on the extracurriculars they're involved in.

meliha.

when meliha was in their pre-teens, they moved to gatlinburg, tennessee from istanbul, turkey. their family is far from rich. their mom worked two jobs to make ends meet. meliha got a job in high school to help take care of their younger siblings. they worked at the public library, putting away books, using their break time to work on their studies.

meliha waited a few years after graduation to start college. they took this time to work full-time to help provide for their family. when she applied to ogden, she was awarded an academic scholarship for their achievements while they were in school. their mom had pushed for meliha to go to college, to do something with their life.. to enjoy their life.

it was a relief on their family to not have to worry about paying for their college. however, meliha couldn't help but to worry about her family back home. it wasn't her first choice to be so far away for college, but they couldn't pass up the opportunity. meliha works part-time and sends as much as they can back home. most of the money they make is spent on necessities.

became an education major to make a different to today's youth. although they may be incredibly shy and quiet in their everyday life, when they are teaching/in front of a classroom, she is a whole different person. it's an out of body experience for them. they imagine teaching for the rest of their life. meliha wishes to teach middle or high school math.

part of meliha knew that they didn't wholeheartedly identify as a woman. although their features and style were primarily feminine, there is a part of them that feels genderless. they came out to their mom in high school. their mom didn't exactly understand what that meant - they haven't really spoken about it since then. they are still trying to figure out the world themselves. they joined the queer alliance to hopefully meet people who feel similar to them, or have had similar experiences to them.

essentially, meliha is a very socially awkward recluse. will say the wrong things, will stumble over their words. does not know how to be friends.

greer morrison.

imagine a freshman meliha - painfully awkward and not knowing how to make friends. imagine the limelight of greer, basking in the sunlight as it seemed like she had so many friends. meliha and greer were in two opposite circles, well - if you could call whatever friends meliha did have as a friend group. greer took her in to try and help her open up more. meliha was the tiniest bit envious of how easy it seemed for greer, to be able to socialize without stumbling over her words or making something awkward. the other part of meliha wished they would never have what greer had - how exhausting it must have been to be socializing at all moments of her life. greer invited meliha to a few parties where meliha tried to grow her social circle. she would stick close to greer like a lost puppy. one night, meliha gets drunk at a party. realizes that this is not the life that she wants, she would much rather be in the safe place in her room. meliha would rarely be spotted at a party after.

[melvongx]

Misrepresentation of Women in Mean Girls

“You can’t sit with us!” - Gretchen Wieners

Hi everyone!

Today’s post will be discussing a classic comedy film, Mean Girls (2004), that follows the life of a teenager named Cady Heron navigating through high school social hierarchy after years of homeschooling. She unwittingly finds her way into an elite group of popular students, “The Plastics” which consists of Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, and Karen Smith but soon realizes how shallow this new set of friends were. While this film offers memorable scenes and famous quotes, Mean Girls explores the misrepresentation and disempowerment of teenage girls in the media.

The motion pictures happen to capture pop culture patterns in male dominance by placing men at the centre of the plot line. By placing men at the pinnacle of the story, the movie illustrates traditional gender stereotypes of hyper-femininity. The movie emphasizes girls being seen as desperate and submissive for male validation, malicious and envious towards other female characters. When Cady tells Regina that she had a crush on her ex-boyfriend, Aaron. Regina becomes envious and avenges her by kissing Aaron in front of her. This relates to disempowerment because many of these women are not supportive of each other and become competitive for their own personal gain.

The movie highlights how women are expected to meet these social expectations as well as engage in the negative effects of having to fit in. For instance, when Cady is invited to sit with the Plastics, she mentions how it feels to enter the “girls' world.” Gretchen explains the rules to Cady on how to assimilate into the group such as only wearing your hair in a ponytail once a week, and only wearing jeans or track pants on Friday. They are portrayed where they are deeply concerned with their appearance and are expected to conform to women's beauty standards, such as wearing makeup, staying up to date with fashion trends, wearing revealing clothing, and being skinny. Moreover, often colour is used as a symbol in some sort of way. When the Plastics are seen wearing pink every Wednesday, it can symbolize femininity, kindness, and love. This colour plays a role in gender as women are expected to be girly, kind, and submissive. In the readings of Alexander Sink and Dana Mastro, Depictions of Gender on Primetime Television: A Quantitative Content Analysis (2017), they explain how “women are largely defined to a narrow set of roles on television that emphasize sexuality, idealized beauty standards, and gender stereotypic occupations/lifestyles” (p. 6). Meaning that the media is able to depict what type of characters they will pursue in order to fit their narrative.

With the Plastics having a reputation for bullying and mean demeanour towards others, provokes the idea of dominance and exclusion to the group. They would tell little white lies, makeup rumours, gossip, and have ulterior motives towards each other. The movie displays multiple instances when the girls would devalue each other by referring to another girl as a “slut” or “whore” ultimately normalizing the use of using derogatory terms amongst both genders. In addition, many of the girls in the film would use these derogatory words in friendships to belittle and dismiss each other without realizing how negatively it affected the friend. The authors in Depictions of Gender on Primetime Television: A Quantitative Content Analysis, state that “media exposure has been linked with a wide range of negative outcomes including acceptance of dysfunctional relationship beliefs” (p. 4). Consequently, allowing women to adapt to friendships that are not healthy.

At the end of the day, Mean Girls is a comedy and not seriously analyzed by many of its average audience, but it does present problematic issues related to gender roles and misrepresentation in the media.

Reference

Sink, A., & Mastro, D. (2017). Depictions of gender on primetime television: A quantitative content analysis. Mass Communication & Society, 20(1), 3-22.

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

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[early2000smovieimagines]

Masterlist

A collection of all the writing I’ve done for movies released between 2000-2009 (Last updated 5/1/2022). Names of characters are links to dating hcs; everything else is pretty self explanatory. Posts towards the bottom of this list are older and therefore not as good: I’ll probably be rewriting them at some point but I hope you enjoy them anyway!

For movies from 2010 onward, check out @exceptionimagines

And for Marvel movies (including MCU phases 1-4 and the X-men franchise), check out @babybamf

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

- NSFW

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

- NSFW

Blaise Zabini

- NSFW

Fred Weasley 

Fred dating a non-pranking, younger girl from a different house

George Weasley

George Weasley having a crush on you

Seamus Finnegan

Sirius Black

Oliver Wood

Viktor Krum

- NSFW

Viktor with a motherly s/o who loves to cook

Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah

Al Capone

Kahmunrah

Napoleon Bonaparte 

The Great Gatsby (Now a part of my other blog)

Jay Gatsby

- NSFW

Inglorious Basterds

Preference~The Basterds as parents

Donny Donowitz (Uncompleted)

- NSFW

Donny with a soft male! basterd s/o

Saw

Adam Stanheight

Final Destination

Tod Waggner

- NSFW

Jeepers Creepers

Darry Jenner

- NSFW

House Of Wax

Nick Jones

Bo Sinclair

Donnie Darko

Donnie Darko

Jennifers Body

Jennifer Check

Thirteen Ghosts

Dennis Rafkin

Royce Clayton (Torn Prince)

Horace Mahoney (The Juggernaut)

Pitch Black

Riddick

Signs

Merill Hess

What Lies Beneath

Being married to and having children with Claire

Bruiser

Henry Creedlow

The Alter Boys

Tim Sullivan

Chasing 3000

Roger Straka

Speed Racer

Sparky

Santa Clause 3

Jack Frost

High School Musical

Troy Bolton

- NSFW

She’s The Man

Duke Orsino

- NSFW

Bring It On

Cliff Pantone

Mean Girls

Cady Heron

Aaron Samuels

- NSFW

Regina George

Gretchen Weiners

Karen Smith

Loser (2000)

Noah (tw:sa)

Twilight

Paul Lahote

Jasper Hale (Uncompleted)

Jasper having a crush on you

Jasper meeting a lost boys-esque s/o

Emmett Cullen (Uncompleted)

Emmett meeting his Denali clan s/o for the first time

Alistair(Uncompleted)

Alistairs mate reuniting with her sister Esme

The Covenant

Chase Collins (Uncompleted)

Chase being in love with the fifth member of the covenant

Pogue Parry (Uncompleted)

Being Calebs twin and dating Pogue

Reid Garwin (Uncompleted)

Reid dating Tylers older sister; the mom of the group

Pearl Harbor

Danny Walker

Rafe McCawley

Brothers

Tommy Cahill having a crush on you

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songwriter!janis fic (unrequited crush, no-very-happy-ending) 

also on ao3

It all started because she loved Taylor Swift when she was in middle school. Who is she kidding, she still loves Taylor Swift, but that’s where all this began. A middle school girl’s obsession with Taylor Swift. A confused, sad girl with a broken heart and smudged black eyeliner, finding refuge in lyrics about loneliness and anger and revenge. They became anthems for her, mantras to mutter when the warzone of middle school became too much for her.

“Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean.”

“Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in.”

“I can still see you, this ain’t the best view.”

It amazes her. It’s honestly as if Taylor Swift has managed to look into her life and given her a bundle of songs for whatever she needs. For when Regina has thrown her one too many snide looks, for when she’s standing at the door of North Shore High on her first day, for when she eats lunch alone, for when her mom is the best mom she could have asked for, for when she and Damian are lying on the grass in her backyard, staring up at the sky, laughing at absolutely nothing. The songs become the soundtrack to her life, the chords and those raw, honest lyrics an emotional outlet she so desperately craves. Taylor, and her songs, become a confidant, almost a close friend who always knows what to say.

With all that in mind, perhaps it was only a matter of time before she asks for a guitar for Christmas. She’s fourteen, braces and a slight lisp, and jumps up and down like a mad woman when she sees it under the tree.

She practices for three days straight, until her fingers bleed, but Should’ve Said No is the first song she learns off by heart. She yells the lyrics with maybe a little too much passion, but her parents applaud her nonetheless.

Like she said, that’s how it all started.

Because that same Christmas, she realises that screaming her feelings while playing guitar actually feels pretty cathartic. And that if it worked for Taylor Swift, it could work for her. So she writes stuff down, plays around with chords and strumming until the beat on the guitar matches the one in her head. She grabs a page and a pencil and writes and re-writes her innermost thoughts and feelings on the page until they sound the way she wants them to. She plays around with rhyme schemes and structure and everything she’s been taught about in English class, and a thrill runs through her as she does so. It’s the same breathless high she feels when she paints or draws, the rush that comes from creating something.

Her parents sit on the other side of her bedroom door, no doubt exchanging worried glances as she repeats the same verse, same chorus, with only a word changed. She watches them when they think she can’t see, peering through the crack in her door. The conclusion they seem to come to is ‘well, as coping mechanisms go, it’s pretty good, and she’s happy, so who are we to stop it?’.

It takes her four days to finish her first song. And it sucks. But she keeps it, writes down the lyrics and chords in one of the few empty notebooks she has, and there’s no going back from it now. She writes, and she writes, and she writes, near enough every day. She likes to think she gets better with each one. She learns more chords, buys a cheap ukulele the summer after freshman year, tries her hand at piano during a particularly difficult few weeks. She doesn’t plan on doing anything with them. They’re just her little pieces to hold on to. Her therapy sessions outside the carpeted office.

No-one knows about it. She has a reputation to keep up, after all. The loner-by-choice, too-cool-for-school, aloof art freak. Everyone has their roles to play in the ecosystem that is high school and, much as she hates the entire system, that is hers to play. And she plays it well, if she may say so. The fact that hardly anyone knows her past that facade suits her just fine. After all, if people think she doesn’t care, she can’t get hurt. No-one needs to know that Janis Sarkisian actually has feelings.

Even less need to know that she writes songs about said feelings.

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By the time she reaches her junior year, she’s onto her third notebook. She keeps them tucked away in her sock drawer, expertly hidden so only she can find them. Damian teases her about it, calling her “the protagonist of a Disney Channel Original Movie”. She just rolls her eyes and reminds him that “if either of us is gonna be Disney’s first openly gay character, it’ll be you”. He can’t argue with that.

It should be noted that when Janis said that no-one knows about her songwriting, Damian was the obvious exception. He found out just weeks after she started. There’s no keeping secrets from him.

Between all her notebooks, she’s written around forty songs.

Then she meets Cady Heron one day. The human embodiment of a labrador puppy, complete with wide, lost eyes. She likes her instantly, decides to take her under her wing because Lord knows the girl needs it. Cady’s smile is infectious, her laugh like a summer breeze. She has dimples and caramel-coloured hair and really likes maths.

She meets Cady on a Monday.

By that Saturday, song number 41-titled “Dimples and Curls” is more or less complete.

She plays it for Damian, hands only slightly shaking as she changes chords, the strumming short and upbeat, the melody strangely happy for such a bittersweet song.

He applauds her, but the subject of the song hangs in the air even after she’s played the last chord and the music fades. Unsaid, but not unknown. Just like her songwriting, Janis couldn’t keep a crush from Damian if she tried.

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“Hey, check it out.”

Cady drops onto the seat across from Janis, the whole table shaking as she does so. Like a small meteor just hit Earth. Janis looks up from her lunch, pretending like she had been doing her own thing and not watching the door until Cady came in. Pretending like her stomach doesn’t do little flips at the sight of her crossing the cafeteria. She pulls the flyer towards her and hums in amusement.

“The winter talent show,” she reads before chomping off a carrot stick. “Oh, is it that time of year already?”

“Seems like only yesterday we was welcoming the young’uns into this brave new world during the harvest season,” Damian sighs, putting on a delightfully over the top Southern Belle accent, no doubt influenced by their reading of Streetcar Named Desire in English class. Janis cackles, and nearly chokes on her lunch as she does.

“And now the cold winds of winter are descending upon us,” she replies, her accent equally heavy. She bats her eyes for good measure, because she can and because it makes Cady laugh. “Oh but I pray the children will survive this season, it is often rough for them.”

“I am never showing you two anything winter related ever again,” Cady says.

Janis just shrugs and runs her hand through her hair before her eyes go back to the flyer. Clearly, whatever sophomore they got to design it this year did their best; found the prettiest looking snowflakes on Google Images to put on the cartoon stage, decided to write in some swirling, slanted font rather than the start-studded block lettering they usually went for. It’s still the same as it is every year, meaning just as mockable, but she’ll give them points for tying.

“Well, anyone here going for it?” she asks. She looks from Damian to Cady and back again, a teasing smirk on her lips. “Last year and all that.”

“Not sure I can,” Damian sighs. “I mean, I’m booked up with Spelling Bee rehearsals and spring cabaret auditions happening next semester.” He drums his fingers against his throat. “Gotta give the little vocal chords some rest, you know?”

Janis’ response is to sing the lowest note she possibly can before turning to Cady and giving her a pointed look, the corner of her mouth quirked up.

“Who? Me?” Cady’s cheeks turned crimson and she shakes her head so much that the caramel curls bounced around her shoulders. “No way. Damian can take the stage, I’m fine with my calculators and textbooks.”

“You could always solve equations in front of everyone,” Janis says. “I could call out college-level questions from the audience and you solve them in under 30 seconds.”

“I think I’ll pass,” she giggles. She leans forward slightly, eyes glittering, and Janis does her best not to squirm. The effect Cady Heron’s eyes have on her should be studied by scientists. “What about you, Janis?”

“I don’t know.” She thinks back to when she helped on stage crew last year, as well as helping out (or taking over) with the set design. It had been fun, the kind of challenge she needed to keep her mind off the slowly-going-off-the-rails plan. And she was told it looked good on her college applications, because all people can think about apparently is college, college, college. “Maybe. They might need another genius stage manager.”

“And you’ll step in if they can’t find one?” She digs Damian in the ribs for that comment.

“But not performing?” Cady asks, and Janis freezes. Performing had never even crossed her mind before. She’s used to backstage, hell, she likes backstage. It’s not that she has stage fright or anything, and if she had, her stunt at Ms Norbury’s little healing session would have squished it. She had just never thought about it.

But Cady had, apparently.

“I-No, I-I don’t think so,” she stammers out. “Um, I might do backstage again, but not actually doing something, you know, talent related.” She bites her tongue and clamps her lips shut before anything else can come out.

“Okay then,” Cady replies slowly. She gets up from the table, her little empty water bottle in her hands. “I’m going to go for a refill, save my seat.”

“No problem,” Janis says, but Cady’s already jogging away.

She doesn’t know if it’s good or bad that Cady’s known her too long to think of her as cool, and so this kind of awkward babbling isn’t really surprising to her. Instead of thinking about it, she just sets her head on the table and lets Damian rub her back.

“You were nowhere near as bad as you think you were,” he assures her.

“Title of your sex tape,” comes her murmured reply. Damian chuckles and runs his fingers through her hair, like she’s his pet cat. It helps.

“So you’re definitely not going for the talent show then?” he asks.

Her first instinct is to say no, because of course she isn’t, because she never has before and she sees no point in breaking a three-year streak, but the answer catches in her throat. At the same time, something begins forming in her brain, pieces of a melody she’s already known, words filling in blank spots in her brain, and her fingers twitch involuntarily, playing the chords on an invisible guitar. Without a word, she grabs a notepad and pen from her bag and scribbles the words down before she forgets them, quickly becoming breathless just by sitting there. She forgets, for a moment, everything else, the talent show, Cady, even Damian next to her, and just revels in the task and the quick buzz she gets just from writing. Just like that she has one eye on the clock, itching to get home and put her notes into the rest of the song.

But with those notes came an idea, an idea so completely out of left field she almost laughs at it.

“Janis?” Damian asks, just slightly unnerved by her. If anyone else were at this table, even Cady (especially Cady), she would have had to excuse herself and run to the bathroom, or just hope the words stayed in her head long enough for her to get a quiet moment. “Did the Goddess of Music just possess you again?”

“Maybe,” is her response. He doesn’t know it, but she answered both the questions he asked in the past minute.

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She sits on her bed that night, her homework half-done and strewn across the desk, abandoned in favour of the guitar sitting in her lap and notebook open on her bed. She’s been working on his song for the better part of a week, inspiration and motivation seemingly striking and then fading whenever she gets a free moment. Abandoning it has crossed her mind-she’s no stranger to abandoning things that aren’t working-but for some reason she hasn’t quite been able to shake this particular song off.

Maybe it is Euterpe, the Goddess of Music, descending upon her because this song has to be finished, it has to be, Olympus willing it so.

Or maybe it’s because this song is one of the most personal things she’s ever written, a love letter she’ll never send, and the idea of it sitting unfinished drives her crazy.

She plays another chord and sings the line again, changing the ending slightly, and makes the adjustment in her notes.

She’s crazy. This is already crazy, her secret double life as a wannabe T-Swift, but now she’s gone beyond that. Thinking of actually playing it. On a stage. In front of people. She doesn’t care what people think of her, she stopped caring about that a long, long time ago, but holy shit what will people think of her after she does this? Life isn’t like the movies, she knows that much. It won’t be some pretty, softly-lit moment where the crowd sits with teary eyes, Cady runs onstage and kisses her and she’s offered a deal by some big shot producer, and they all live happily ever after the end. What could happen is people think she’s even more of a weirdo than they do now.

Or she gets tomatoes thrown at her head and she’s booed off the stage. That’s a possibility.

She calls Damian, because that’s the only way she sees out of her little thought cul-de-sac. She puts the phone on speaker and props it up against a pillow, keeping her hands free for her guitar and her pen. He picks up on the third ring, just as she’s strumming out a G chord.

“Oh, is someone prepping for her Grammy?” he asks. “You’re still taking me as your date, right?”

“Only if my dog can’t go,” she replies. She taps her nails against the wood, the rhythm too fast and frantic to just be a habit. Yes, she can tell Damian anything, and being nervous in front of him is laughable, but sometimes her body forgets that. “So, I was thinking about the talent show.”

“Oh? You’re going for stage crew again? Cool.”

“No-not exactly.” She knows he can’t see the smile creeping across her face, but she’d wager he can hear it through the phone. A small swarm of butterflies flutters in her chest, leaving her just slightly out of breath. “I… I. think I’m going to try performing in it.”

A burst of laughter comes through the phone, slightly tinged with static, and Janis wishes he were here so she could slap him. Even if it’s not malicious in intent at all, and she’s laughing right along with him. Slapping is kind of a love language for them.

“Okay, okay cool. What’re you going to do?”

“I’ll give you a hint,” she says, and then she plays the opening chords to her latest experiment. She doesn’t add in the lyrics, not yet. Still, she sits back and basks in his applause when she finishes, cackling into her hand. He might be one person, but he’s got enough enthusiasm to match a packed auditorium. “What do you think?”

“I’m into it,” he tells her. “So… that’s the one you’re doing?”

“Think so.” She tosses the pick between her fingers. Like he could feel her smile, she can feel his raised eyebrow through the phone, the elephant in the room poking her with its trunk. “Yes, I know.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought it,” she tells him, and he doesn’t deny it. She looks back over the lyrics she’s written and re-written. Despite some adjustments, it’s still in essence the same. Still about a girl with pretty hair who smells like vanilla and cinnamon, who has a boyfriend and is unknowingly breaking the heart of a girl with black eyeliner and paint stained fingers. Because her boyfriend is pretty and clean and smells like soap and can do math, and how is the poor art girl even meant to compare to that?

“Yes,” she says after a while. “It is about Cady.”

“Aw, my poor lovestruck songstress,” he sighs. He shifts then, and the air shifts with him. “You sure that’s the one you want to sing? I mean you have dozens of other non-Cady related songs. I’m sure Mr Duvall would love to hear Angry Teenage Lesbian Anthem.”

“First off, I gave that one a title, it’s called Shattered,” she reminds him. “And-” She freezes, the rest of her sentence catching in her throat. He’s right. She could perform one of her other songs, that are already finished and therefore removing the pressure to have this one finished, polished and stage-ready. And of course, it would mean she wouldn’t be standing in front of her entire grade and telling them all how badly she’s in love with her best friend. Showing her deepest secret to the people who have already driven her out of school once. It’s a far safer, potentially less traumatic option for her.

But…

“No,” she says. “I know it sounds crazy but I feel like… I feel like I need to do this.” She swallows thickly and picks softly at the guitar strings. “It’s like… like this way at least I’m telling her, you know? Even if she doesn’t know it.”

Of course, Damian gets it.

“That’s beautiful, babe,” he tells her. “So you’re actually doing this?”

“I’m actually doing this,” she replies firmly. “And tomorrow, I need you to make sure I don’t chicken out before I sign up.”

“Got it. I’ll just order you to do it as Senior Co-Chair of the Student Activities Committee.”

“That’s an abuse of power.”

“Then consider yourself abused baby.” He laughs and she laughs with him, and then she hears something on Damian’s end. “I have to go. A certain little sister of mine has a princess costume that needs attending to. See you later.”

“See you later,” she replies before he clicks off the call. She looks down at her paper, then at her guitar, and thinks about what she just committed to. “I’ve got some work to do.”

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The song goes through four rewrites in the weeks leading up to the talent show. The whole first verse is changed, the chorus scrapped and replaced with a new one, then that one is scrapped and she goes back to the old one. She sits hunched on her floor with a pencil in her mouth, wondering if what she’s written is too personal or not personal enough. If it’s too obvious that Cady, smart cookie that she is, will work it out and that’ll lead them down a new, scary path. She cuts some lyrics that give the game away, opting to replace one about love for numbers with love for learning, because that opens up the pool to half their grade. She writes about Cady’s blue eyes rather than specifically those double dimples that make her melt. Maybe she’s compromising her artistic vision, but it might be worth it if it’ll keep her crush a secret. She keeps the old lyrics tucked in the back of her notebook, just to have them.

Meanwhile, she’s also dealing with the fact that people know she has signed up for the talent show. That Miss Too Cool For School Loner Art Freak Janis is actually performing at a school event. And she doesn’t even get extra credit for it. They’re surprised, and curious, and none more so than Cady. The other girl appears at her side almost instantly after first period, skinny little arms wrapped around her bicep and blue eyes alight.

Oh, the things those eyes do to her.

“Janis!” she squeaks. “I saw-on the sign up sheet-your name! Oh my God, is this a joke? Did Damian put you up to it?”

“No, no, I signed up of my own accord,” Janis tells her. That only makes Cady bounce more, ponytail bobbing up and down.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing!” she says. She stops then, her mouth freezing in its place and her cheeks turning pink. Slowly, she comes down to Earth, like a balloon that had the air let out of it. Janis can almost hear the wheeze. “I mean um, it’s pretty cool, I guess.”

“It’s pretty grool,” Janis replies, and just like that Cady bounces back up again.

“Oh my gosh, what are you going to do?” she asks. “Or do you want it to be a surprise?”

“You think I have some secret knife-throwing talent?” she grins. She hesitates for a moment, looking down at Cady’s excited face, because even if this isn’t telling her… it’s telling her. “I’m… I’m going to sing.” She pulls on the strap of her backpack and avoids Cady’s eyes. “Something I wrote.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“Hey!” she laughs. “I can write stuff. I can be deep.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” Cady says, bumping her arm against Janis’. “But for real, Janis, I can’t wait to see it. I know you’ll be amazing.”

Warmth spreads across her pale cheeks, a pink blush no doubt colouring her face, and she somehow manages to choke out a “thanks” as her brain turns to static. Her only thought is ‘Cady thinks I’m going to be good’, and it’s written in glitter pen across her brain.

“This is going to be great,” she goes on. “Oh, wait until I tell Aaron. He’s got a break in his schedule that week so he’s coming up to see the talent show! Isn’t that great?”

And just like that, Janis’ good mood falls. Her face stays the same, because she’s trained to do it, but everything behind it crumbles.

“Yeah, that’s great,” she replies. Cady squeezes her hand, oblivious, and drags her along the hallway, chatting away about some lion documentary she had watched last night.

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She finishes the song that night. She arrives home with a heavy chest, so full of complicated, messy feelings, and her conversation with Cady still so fresh in her mind, her ears still ringing from the emotional whiplash. Her parents barely get a ‘hello’ as she enters and bolts up to her room, her hands shaking, the thoughts swirling around her brain desperate to be let out.

And let them out she does. She writes so quickly they look more like smudges than words, her fingers flying over rapidly changing chords, her voice broken and panting as she sings. The words almost write themselves, like the song has taken on a life of its own and she’s just along for the ride. She barely remembers to pause, to breathe, so wrapped up in the storm she’s created with just her guitar and pen.

It’s only when she finishes and falls back on her bed that she notices the tears in her eyes. She blinks them away and pulls herself up, her notebook in her hand. It’s done. The perfect blend of her own honest feelings and just enough smokescreen to keep people from knowing who it’s really about.

There’s no backing out now, she thinks. Her stomach drops, like she’s on the top of a roller coaster about to go down. A laugh bubbles up in her throat and leaves her breathless, her head spinning while she’s still laying there.

If holy shit were am adjective, she'd use it to describe how she feels. Because holy shit.

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Being backstage when she’s not on crew is a strange experience. She stands with her guitar slung around her body, in the middle of a current of students moving around her, half with the clunky microphones and walkie-talkies she’s used so many times before. She asks five of them if she can do anything to help-because they’re her people and she needs to do something to occupy her time-until she finally takes the hint and leaves them to it. Stagehands are the most efficient parts of any production, as she told Damian once. They’re a well-oiled machine at this point.

“Yo!” For a second, Janis thinks she imagined the whisper, just one in a jumble of backstage noises, until Damian appears at her side. A tiny ‘shit’ escapes her mouth, her body jerking. Barely anyone bats an eye at her, except him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you.”

“Don’t worry. I think at this point a small breeze could knock into me and I’d crumble.”

“The great Janis Sarkisian gets nervous?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“Only when she’s doing something incredibly personal and scary in front of her entire grade,” she whispers back. She swallows past the lump in her throat. “Aside from that I’m a beacon of confidence and unshakable will.”

“Hey.” He taps his knuckles against hers. “Remember how scared you were at Norbury’s assembly?”

“You mean after I had my picture all over the school with the d-slur written underneath it?” she mutters. “Yeah, I was shitting myself.”

“And yet, look what you did there,” he reminds her. “You were amazing. And you’re going to be amazing here too. Once you get on that stage, all those butterflies are going to make you fly, kid.”

She smiles, her heart warm, and pressed her face into the crook of Damian’s neck.

She doesn’t know how she got so lucky to have him, but she knows better than to tempt fate.

“Janis Sarkisian?” She lifts her head to find a freshman girl with a headset around her neck looking at her. “You’re up next.”

“Okay.” It’s only now she becomes aware that the last minute of Fairytale Of New York is playing, the notes will soon fade out, and that’s her cue. She turns to Damian and lets him straighten her black cardigan and fiddle with the collar of her shirt. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it.” He drops a whisper of a kiss to her nose. “But good luck.”

She holds her half-heart necklace as he goes, the twin to the one around his neck. It’s as close as she can get to having him with her. Her chest tightens as she makes her way to the stage and she tries to breathe through it, because the next thign she knows, Mr Duvall is announcing her name, and she’s being greeted by a blinding spotlight that thankfully obscures most of her peers’ faces.

“Uh, hi,” she says into the microphone placed out for her. It’s just people , she reminds herself. Somewhere in that crowd, second row, seat 14, is Damian, and she breathes easier. And next to him is Cady, the girl this song is about, and for some reason that straightens her spine and irons out the shaking in her voice. She takes the pick out of its holder and tosses her hair back. “This is a song I wrote about being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.” She blinks and hopes no-one sees the tears in her eyes. “So sing along if you get into it, because we all know it’s a shitty ass feeling.”

She plays the first chord, and then any and all doubts she had about this flee her. As cliche as it sounds, the song takes over her, and she blows through the nerves in the first verse. The experience becomes cathartic instead, like releasing a pressure valve on her soul. Even with the little diversions she threw in, she hasn’t felt this open and god damn free since last year, paraded on her peers’ shoulders with both middle fingers up. Except now she’s not flipping anyone off, or proving a point, she’s just finally telling someone how she feels, and holy shit, it’s amazing. Whatever the aftermath of this is, she won’t care, it’s worth it just for this feeling.

As she sings the last word, and that final note rings in the auditorium, her hands are shaking, her cheeks wet with tears and her hair sticky with sweat. She touches beneath her eye and her fingers come away stained black.  She hasn’t cried in front of people since middle school. She doesn’t care.

The cheers of her classmates ring in her ears, Damian’s whooping the loudest of all, and as she takes her bow, she hopes she’ll remember this moment for a long time.

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“Oh my God!” she’s barely into the auditorium when Cady launches herself at her, arms wrapped around her neck and legs circling her waist. Janis nearly topples over, digging her back leg into the ground just in time, and hugs Cady with the same ferocity. “You were amazing!” she yells into her shoulder, the sound muffled by Janis’ hair.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” She sets Cady down, but the other girl keeps a tight grip on both her arms. Janis wonders if it’s to keep herself from flying away, given the amount of bouncing up and down she’s doing. “I can’t believe you wrote that! It was so good! You need to record it, Jan. Do you have any other songs?”

“Just a few,” she says. “And I don’t know if I’m in the business of making an album any time soon.” She swings her guitar case a little. “This might have been a one-time thing.”

“Well, even if it was, it was awesome,” she says.

“Thank you, Caddy,” Janis replies. “That means a lot.”

Her mouth runs dry as Cady smiles, all baby pink lipgloss and sparkling eyes and full cheeks. If this were a movie, she thinks, this would be the part where they kiss. No need for talking, or an explanation. Because Cady would have just known. The music would turn soft and twinkly, and the lighting would match it and it would look like they’re in a dream and they’d just kiss, and it will fix all of Janis’ problems. Maybe a single tear will run down her cheek. And then they’ll run off into their new lives as the end credits roll.

How sweet that would be.

But her life isn’t a movie. If she wants anything, she has to go for it herself.

And that includes-

“Caddy.” Her name is delicate on her lips, handled with care. Cady looks at her, giving a simple ‘mm-hm’ in response, and Janis’ heart beats out of control. “That song I just sang, it-”

“Hey, guys.”

Also if this was a movie, Cady’s sweet, lovely, nice boyfriend would not be barging in right now. He’d either be a douchebag who she doesn’t feel bad about hurting, or he’d be nonexistent.

Unfortunately, this is not a movie, and Aaron Samuels exists and is the human equivalent of a squishmallow.

“Hey Aaron.” He slings his arm around Cady’s shoulders, and she leans into his touch almost instinctively. “Janis, you were great up there. I didn’t know you wrote songs.”

“It’s a bit of a new hobby,” she says, her voice hoarse. She clears her throat, and finds a bottle of water being handed to-thrown at-her.

“Hydrate those chords,” is Damian’s greeting.

“This is what I get for being friends with a theatre kid,” she sighs before she takes a drink. She hadn’t realised how dry her throat was until now.

“Okay, so we’re all going for pancakes,” Aaron says. “I take it you two are coming?”

“How can I say no to pancakes?” Janis asks. “Uh, you guys go ahead, I have to get my stuff from the green room.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you,” Cady says. “Aaron brought his car so he can drive us.”

“Grool.” Cady and Aaron turn around together, Aaron spinning his eyes around his finger and Cady lacing her fingers through his, talking about something she can’t hear. It’s like watching them through a sheet of glass.

Not a movie. Not unless it’s one of those really, really sad movies. Sad homophobic movies.

“You okay?” Damian asks. She snorts at the question. Nothing has changed, so of course she’s okay. But then, nothing has changed, so she’s not really okay.

“I did it,” she sighs. “It’s out there. I told her, unofficially. Whether or not she works it out…” She runs her hand through her tangled hair. “That’s something else entirely.” Damian hums in agreement, a sympathetic look on his face that soon morphs into a grin.

“Hey,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Mom.” They snort, Janis caught between a laugh and a sob, and squeezes Damian’s hand. She’s not optimistic about any romance in her future, at least where Cady is concerned. She and Aaron are still rock-solid and she’s happy for them, whenever she isn’t angsting about it. It’s a weird combination to have.

And at least she’s done this now. Despite a future for her and Cady not being in the cards for now, she’s glad she did it. The secret isn’t out, not entirely. Just written on the walls in invisible ink.

“Come on,” she tells Damian. “I actually do have to get my bag, and you can use this as an opportunity to double check the ghost light is on.”

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Cady and Aaron keep their promise and wait for them, waving off their apologies as they jog across the parking lot. Cady lets Damian take the front seat with Aaron and slides into the back with Janis instead. Janis frowns, confused as to why she isn’t taking her normal seat up front, and Cady rolls her eyes.

“There was a draw on the way here, and we lost,” she explains. “And now Damian has control of the aux chord,” She gestures with her head to the passenger seat, and Janis turns just in time to see him open his Spotify and scroll through his playlists. As the opening notes to Waving Through A Window fill the car, it’s met with three loud groans. Damian only turns it up louder, and adds in his own backing vocals.

“So, that song you sang,” Cady asks, leaning back in the seat. “Was it about anyone in particular?”

Janis looks down, her hands pressed together in her lap. If this is the moment the universe decided to give her, it’s a really terrible moment. Not only is Cady’s whole boyfriend sitting an arm’s length away from her, but she left her nerve back in the auditorium. Clearly, her and fate aren’t on each other’s wavelength.

“You wouldn’t know her,” she says. “She doesn't even go here.”

“Oh,” Cady replies. Her face falls, but she’s not too put out by it. Why would she be? She nudges Janis’ shoulder, a proud smile on her face, and squeezes Janis’ hand. “Well, if she has someone like you into her and she hasn’t taken the chance yet, then she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Janis only thanks her, and quickly changes the subject.

Someday she might tell her for real, but for now she'll stick to the songs.

[maybeimamuppet]

MG, Cadnis and Janis for the same ask (since you said you had fun doing it 😊)

haha thanks nonnie!!! aight here we go again yeeha

001: MEAN GIRLS

favorite character: hnngn no my babies

least favorite character: kevin im sorry but i really just detest his entire being

5 favorite ships: cadnis (duh), poly cady/janis/regina, cadina, poly plastics, jatchen

character i find most attractive: janisssssss

character i would marry: janissssss

character i would be best friends with: janissss lol no probably cady or damian

a random thought: how did tina fey manage to give aaron samuels negative personality

an unpopular opinion: people need to stop arguing about who the villain in the story is bc y’all are never gonna get an answer. you act like the name of the show isn’t mean girls and the whole point of the story isn’t that they’re all morally iffy

my canon otp: no. but y’all can’t tell me that gretchen/karen isn’t canon so i say them

my non canon otp: TAKE A WILD FCKIN GUESS BUDDY

most badass character: TAKE A WILD FCKIN GUESS BUDDY (jannyyyyy)

most epic villain: there isn’t one but also cady

pairing i am not a fan of: cadron or cady/kevin

character i feel the writers screwed up: damian. give him more personality than just musical theatre gay who drinks his loving janis sarkisian juice every morning as part of a balanced breakfast

favorite friendship: mah art freaks <3

character i most identify with: cady! i like to think i’m p upbeat and kinda chaotic but i also definitely have a dark side that’s pretty similar to how she acts in canon

character i wish i could be: cady i wanna be tiny. but also i want to have enough nerve and confidence to dress and act the way janis does like that takes guts

002: CADNIS

when i started shipping them: almost immediately after i got into the fandom??? so about may of 2020 i think?

my thoughts: tina fey ur a fckin coward

what makes me happy about them: honestly if i’m bein real vain their height difference lol

what makes me sad about them: WHYYY ARENT THEY CANON THERES NO GOOD REASON

things done in fanfic that annoys me: janis is always either an absolute whiny baby or tough as nails takes no shit and she’s way more grey and in between the two than people realize

things i look for in a fanfic: spelling their names correctly ffs

my wishlist: i’ve written most of it!! so. finishing it lol

who i’d be comfortable with them ending up with if not each other: cady: any of the plastics post redemption, and maybe kevin or aaron. janis: any of the plastics post redemption (but i’m still iffy with regina) or just like. anyone that treats her well.

my happily ever after for them: again i’ve written most of it!! they move to new york in college so they can stay with damian and they get a kitty and a puppy and have twins and then when damian retires from broadway they all move back to illinois and grow old as their daughters grow into amazing people

003: JANIS SARKISIAN

how i feel about this character: hoohooooooo hello

any/all the people i ship romantically with this character: cady heron, regina george, gretchen wieners, karen smith

my favorite non romantic relationship for this character: damiannnnnn and i think she and kevin would be buds they definitely have a weird handshake or smth

my unpopular opinion about this character: i’d rather be me is a good song and is well written for her character

one thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon: more cadnis moments!!!! especially at spring fling i need more gay panic

favorite friendship for this character: do i even need to say it

my crossover ship: uhhhhhhhhhhh fuckin uh. i think she and heather duke could have somethin interesting ig but i’m just so set on cadnis it’s hard to imagine anything else lol

[lesliemitchellwriting]

“That’s just like… The rules of feminism!”: An intersectional feminist review of the film “Mean Girls”

In modern western society we spend a lot of time telling ourselves that we are entirely inclusive of other people. We call ourselves a “mosaic” (as said by Jimmy Carter), that there is no right or wrong way to be human. While that is a wonderful notion that politicians and salespeople like to use a lot (see one of Justin Trudeau’s addresses (“Diversity…”), or the Dove Beauty Campaign (“Dove…”)), it is not entirely true. It is my belief that media is the most accurate depiction of what the general public actually believes, and so through that lens we can see that there is a clear definition of what is acceptable for a woman to be and not to be, and the consequences to be had if that definition is not upheld by a certain person or peoples. So, on that note, my chosen medium is through film, and specifically the 2004 American teen comedy Mean Girls. Through the dissection of this film I will discuss how Mean Girls portrays intersectional identities as background characters to Ideal Female leads, thereby othering them and deeming them unworthy of good social reputation, and what that means for us as a society. And, in good Mean Girls fashion, I have come up with a series of “girl rules” on which to structure my argument, beginning with this:

Girl Rule #1: “On Wednesdays, we wear pink!” or, “the structuring of the Ideal Female”

One of the first things that needs to happen is to identify what the supposed baseline is, which in this case is the Ideal Female—which is the term I have chosen to use to describe the people in this film that are considered worthy of respect, admiration, and of a good reputation. If one looks through this film, it is not hard to see what that is; the film implies heavily that in order to be the Ideal Female you must be white, wealthy, young, thin, and in this case, female. Being all of these things ensures that she is able to subscribe to all of the consumerist necessities—mainly, she is able to wear all of the most fashionable clothing (in accordance to whom those companies intended their clothing for (see Victoria’s Secret (Phelps) and Abercrombie and Fitch (Denizet-Lewis)) and access to living conditions far above basic necessity (i.e. expensive car, large house, etc..). This is important because it gives her so much free mental space that she is able to concentrate on the unchangeable faults of her body, and the items she can consume to fill that ever-growing pit of self-loathing.

This seems like a bleak baseline, but this film reasserts it over and over again. We see it most obviously in the scene where Regina, Gretchen, and Karen, all of whom have everything they could ever need and more, stand in front of a mirror saying out loud things they hate about their bodies, and Cady—someone who is not yet Ideal Female—has to think hard of something to add. It even asserts this message when it implies that it is not, like how Cady Heron benefits from her role as Ideal Female later in the film when that role is essentially supposed to be abolished—she now dresses more fashionably, wears makeup, and is socially acceptable and therefore still well-liked because she now upholds certain female standards.

Now that we have a baseline of what we’re looking at, that can bring me to my next point:

Girl Rule 2: “You can’t sit with us” or “scorning alternate identities”

This is a big one. The main thing that makes Mean Girls so problematic is in the way that it portrays literally anything other than the Ideal Female, and there are two scenes which portray this the best—or perhaps I should say, the worst. The first scene is the one in which Janice is going through each of the cliques that exist within the school vis a vis the cafeteria. It scans through each table and gives them a name—"cool Asians”, “nerdy Asians”, “girls who eat their feelings”, and “girls who don’t eat”, just to name a few. This actually does a couple of harmful things: the first is that it implies that people within certain races or disabilities only can and do associate with those other similar people, and the second is that it strengthens the idea behind the “truth” of stereotypes. Both of these things are harmful to the people who fall within these categories, because it furthers the social stigma that already exists, and mocks these people. And while of course it is a comedy and mocking is a large part the comedic factor, it is one of those things where it is unacceptable because they are only mocking those who are not the Ideal Female, i.e. those people who are already in power.

The second scene I want to discuss is the one that is a series of interviews of people who are asked about Regina George—the Ideal Female Elite. Every single one of these people is somehow an outsider—they have a fat girl, a girl in a wheelchair, a hyper-masculine girl, and every one of them is talking about how they love Regina George, even in terms of the abuse they face regarding her. This in and of itself sends the terrible message that the Ideal Female can and should be able to get away with even horrendous acts—a message that is often quite prevalent in our own society. Not only that, but it also reinforces the almost inherent competition between women, which is mainly manufactured as a form of oppression. There was a study done in which obese people were assessed in their biases towards other obese people, and it showed a great amount of negativity was held regarding obese people, even though they themselves were (“Internalized Weight Stigma”), which is similar to women. Often times, women are so involved with being in competition with each other (be it through body, clothing, or societal expectations) that they fail to remark on how to join in a more uniformed way in order to battle this manufactured competition—an idea that is fallaciously brought up in the film, when it is in fact encouraging it.

On the flip side of this, all of the men are exempt from the scorn of social acceptability—and are actually quite afraid of it when confronted directly with is, as can be seen in the scene when all of the girls are fighting in the hallways, and we close in on one boy who utters the words, “mom, can you pick me up? I’m scared” on his cellphone—except for one boy: Damien. Which brings us to the next rule:

Girl Rule #3: “Almost too gay to function” or, “the Damien Factor”

The thing in this film that singles him out from the rest of the boys in this film is that he is gay— “almost too gay to function”, as Janice so lovingly puts it. It is interesting to note, because while the other boys take a back seat to the stories of the girls, Damien is one of the main characters. This is often misconstrued as being forward thinking and almost radical for its time in Hollywood, but in reality it actually furthers the idea that gay males are inherently more female. He is the complete and utter stereotype of what a gay boy should be—he is only friends with females, he sings a normally female-lead song at the school talent show, and he is the one who offers Cady Heron a pink (a socially feminine colour) shirt, to name a few examples out of dozens within the film. The thing about this is that it is built for a straight audience, so while perhaps a gay person could theoretically gain some value by having a gay character in a big Hollywood film, I would actually argue that it is far more damaging than helpful in that it furthers this idea of what “should be” in the same way that the Ideal Female does for its straight female counterparts.

Furthermore, in keeping with the subject of homosexuality, while Damien’s gayness is considered an asset to the movie through its inherent femininity, Janice Ian’s supposed lesbianism is throughout the film silenced, and then only brought about at the end as some kind of major plot point about why Regina is so bad. And while of course it is wrong to assume the sexuality of anyone, let alone spread rumors about it—because as we find out, Janice is in fact not a lesbian—there is something to be said for the way that her gayness is considered different to Damien’s. Because lesbianism is considered to be almost a protest of female femininity, her gayness had to be hidden and publicly revoked, much unlike that of Damien’s.

Girl Rule #4: “Whatever, those rules aren’t real” or, “upholding of arbitrary standards”

The final thing that this film does to completely decimate intersectional identities beyond the Ideal Female is by, at the end of this film, implying that all of the standards that the girls in this film were held to were entirely false, and that with a quick speech and the metaphorical breaking of these rules through the literal breaking of a Homecoming Queen crown, we too could break these rules if we choose not to let it control us.

This, of course, is an utter fallacy. There are so many more ways that the oppression of women is fundamentally upheld than through the asinine squabbling’s of teenagers. And while this is meant to reinforce the “it starts with us” discourse, it ignores all the other factors that are entirely out of one’s control—religions, ruling governments, laws, and many others—and essentially dismisses them and puts the blame for how women act and are treated back into the hands of women as being a fault of their own. And again, one could argue that a film can hold no such power, but the entire point of comedies is to reinforce the ideas that we already hold in our society. Karnick’s article speaks about romantic comedies, and they way in which they show traditional beliefs, like nuclear families and traditional gender roles, and how they are essentially just a mirror of society already (Brunowska Karnick). If you extrapolate that into this film, it is easy to see that there could be dire consequences.

In conclusion, Mean Girls, a comedy meant for teenage girls, with inherently impressionable minds and limited knowledge on the systematic oppression of women, portrays all identities not in line with the Ideal Female as being included solely as background characters and comedic relief to those that are the Ideal, which others them and shows them as being unworthy of admiration, love, or any other benefit. Instead of allowing this kind of media to poison the young minds of women, we need to set higher standards for what we think is comedic, and what is actually good.

Works Cited

Brunowska Karnick, Kristine. “Commitment and Reaffirmation in Hollywood Romantic Comedy.” Introduction to Film Studies Readings, edited by Andre Loiselle and Jose Sanchez, Pearson Custom Publishing, 2007.

Denizet-Lewis, Benoit. “The Man Behind Abercrombie & Fitch.” Salon, 24 January, 2006. https://www.salon.com/2006/01/24/jeffries/.

“Diversity is Canada’s Strength.” Government of Canada. www.pm.gc.ca/eng/news/2015/11/26/diversity-canadas-strength.

“Dove Campaigns.” Dove. https://www.dove.com/ca/en/stories/campaigns

“Internalized Weight Stigma and Its Ideological Correlates Among Weight Loss Treatment Seeking Adults.” US National Library of Medicine. www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3165020/.

Mean Girls. Directed by Mark Waters, Paramount Pictures, 2004.

Phelps, Nicole. “‘we’re Nobody’s Third Love, We’re Their First Love’—the Architects of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show are Still Banking on Bombshells.” Vogue, 8 November, 2018. www.vogue.com/article/victorias-secret-ed-razek-monica-mitro-interview.

[chelseamount]

Regina George - Tom Holland x Reader

GUYS IT’S FINALLY HERE, sorry for the long wait

i wrote the actors real names when they speak, so to not get confused here is who is meantioned 

Barrett as Janis

Kyle as Aaron

Rick as Mr Duvall

Grey as Damian

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"how about this one," I ask

"babe you have tried twenty outfits now, and you look beautiful in all of them, " Tom says as he looks up from his phone

"I'm overthinking this I know it's just I really want this role" I sit down beside him as he wraps his arms around me and locks his phone

"please tell me which musical it is" he pouts

"nu-uh It's gonna be a surprise"

"But I want to know"

"you'll know soon"

"fine, but why are you so nervous, you have been in so many broadway shows"

"yeah but they weren't as big as this one"

"honey you have literally been in Grease, mamma mia, Chicago, heathers and cabaret fucking cabaret like you nailed Maybe this time"

"your the best," I say before I kiss him "I gotta go"

"your gonna nail it, honey"

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"Okay the next one is Y/n Y/l/n" a guy calls as I follow him into the audition room even after all of these years it's still nerve-racking

"Good to see you Y/n"

"you too," I say as I sit down on a chair"

"who will you auditioning for today?"

"Regina George"

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"I'm home, love," I say as I walk through the door with a big smile on my face

"So how did it go?" Tom asks

"I think it went really well," I say

"your so talented I love you so much"

"I love you more"

"let's order some food," he says as he picks me up

"hell yeah"

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"Tom Tom Tom" I yell as I run down the stairs

"what what what," he says

"The roles are out," I say as I open my computer

"What did you get"

"I don't know yet"

"well check it" he squeals like a little girl

"Okay but before we check I'm gonna tell you which musical it is okay"

"Finally," he says

"mean girls"

"omg I love mean girls wait can I guess who you auditioned for?"

"yeah"

"Cady"

"WHAT really"

"yeah"

"I auditioned for Regina"

"WHAT really"

"yes why are you saying like that"

"you're just so sweet and she's so mean"

"no, she isn't she's grool"

"haha got that " he fake laughs "now let's see if you got the part"

we open the computer but I quickly close it as I say

"I can't look"

"Okay, okay, I'll look" I close my eyes shut as he opens the computer "you got it"

"what"

"you got it," he says exited

"omg" I get tears in my eyes as we hug damn I'm gonna nail this fucking part

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after months of hard work, it's finally the opening night and I must say I am so fucking nervous like I knew Regina could be mean sometimes but my role was like well I guess you'll see for yourself

-

we start the first number and I spot Tom sitting on the front row like a little happy puppy this was so different from any other role... I like it

the first scene with me starts with me standing on a cafeteria table also a scene where you get what kind of type Regina is

"Regina George is the queen bee She's always dressed up She always wins Spring Fling Queen We're just drones who work for her Then die" Barrett says

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal Fear me, love me Stand and stare at me And these, these are real I've got money and looks I am, like, drunk with power This whole school Humps my leg like a chihuahua I'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen I never weigh more than one-fifteen My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I don't care who you are I don't care how you feel" I sing in character

I quickly glance at tom who is wide-eyed as I try my best not to break character from laughing

the other girls sing their parts

-

sometime after it's time for my sing with Kyle which the scene where I'm in a rather flashy costume

"Yes, I look perfect Ice Queen, that's what they see It's what they expect from me But it's all show" "Face it, you used me You saw my sexy clothes My supermodel pose But did you know?" "Was I a game to you? Was I way too cool? I truly cared Was I the fool?" "It's fine for you It's fine to flirt It's fine 'Till someone gets hurt 'Till someone gets hurt!" "Feel my heart beating? I'm just like her or you People forget I'm human too Yes, they do that" "This is performance This is all self-defence I thought you had the sense To see through that" "Was I too proud of you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me Are you kidding? Poor little me All trapped in this fabulous show You could set me free But if you wanna go It's fine for you It's fine to play And God you're hot Why do you even wear a shirt?" "It's fine!" we sing "Damn you're fine!" kyle sings

"Damn you're fine!" I sing

"And It's fine!" Kyle and I sing "Until someone gets... 'Till someone gets hurt! 'Till someone gets hurt!"

we finish the song with a kiss

-

and finally, it's time for my big number... world burn the scene where I'm in a tight black outfit and throwing papers everywhere

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heels" "This is what I get for helping Helping someone lame fit in Cady heron, enjoy your temporary win" I sing as I walk on the stage "My name is Regina George "Regina is a fugly cow." Hey cady, how do you like me now? I wanna watch the world burn, I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn and everyone get mean I wanna watch the world burn, I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn and everyone get..." "I'm just so upset, Mr Duvall. I found it in the girls' bathroom. I mean the things it says about me. The things it says about all of us" I say as I do a very bad fake crying "Is this true? Rachel hamilton fills her inhaler with vodka? Does that work? Ms Norbury is a sad, old drug pusher? What does this say? Caitlyn caussin has what?" Rick says as he looks in the burn book "Hairy nips," I say "Good lord. Don't worry, we will find out who did this" "There are only three girls in the school who aren't in it" "Can you give me names?" "Cady, time to watch your back Cady, time to turn and walk Because you took me down" I sing

"But you didn't finish me off" "My name is Regina George And in case you're keeping score Cady may have won the battle But I will win the world war I wanna watch the world burn" "Trang Pak is a grotsky bi-otch!" ensemble sings "I got the gasoline!" "Ms Norbury is a drug pusher!" ensemble sings "I wanna make the world burn" "Janis is a space dyke!" "That's original "Damian Hubbard is too gay to function." It's only okay when I say it!" Barrett says "Wait, only cady could have written that," Grey says "Regina is a fugly cow Regina is a fugly cow Who wrote this? Who wrote this"

Who wrote this

Who wrote this" ensemble sings

"I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone could see" I sing as I walk in on the stage in a new outfit "So mean!" "Mean!" I quickly glance at Tom who's mouth is wide open in shock "So mean!" "Mean! I wanna watch the world burn" I sing "Who wrote this? Who wrote this?" "I wanna watch the world burn Mean! I wanna watch the burn" I finish off the song

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after some time the show is done and after I'm out of my costume I find Tom

"so what did you think," I ask as he picks me up

"you were amazing babe, I'm in shock like I knew you were amazing but that was so good, I'm seeing it again"

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Hope it was what you Imagined

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[saccharineshadow]

List of favorite characters, students? Idk? (BMC)

1. The twink, the dork, my child, Jeremy Heere! I just love him, he is way too adorable and ya girl is gonna protecc him with my life, I honestly don’t care most people paint him as an asshole or a traitor or if it’s even cliche to have the main character as your favorite character, I still love him ✨

Sure, he did call Micha a LoSeR, But I mean? Do you know what manipulation and abuse can do to someone? Add in that he was SEXUALLY ASSAULTED like 5 MINUTES BEFORE THAT???

Obviously this doesn’t completly excuse his actions (past trauma and mental health doesn’t justify present actions) But to completly ignore all this and straight up paint him as an asshole and a traitor, not cool yall, Also, doesn’t matter how you see it or what you ship, Jeremy Heere is a bottom, I don’t take critisism, anything else is wrong.

(ship deere/dillinjer you cowards)

2. The next one is obvious (let’s say the past one’s boyfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) I love my boi Jake Dillinger, he is honestly the most underrated male character in the fandom (but why though?) like?

Also, I noticed most of his ships are kinda non creative? Like, it’s mostly the combination of his name with the other person, Be More Creative that is

I feel he is quite the interesting concept, the popular handsome jock, that ISN’T AN ASSHOLE??? My god, I just love him

(give Jakey D a song, please?)

3. Brooke Lohst is my comfort lesbian apart from Heather Duke and Cady Heron, Like, she is just generally adorable?

Obviously I can’t put aside that she was one of the people who started the rumors abt. Richie boi, So she isn’t COMPLETLY a cinnamon roll

But you still gotta love her

(mf forgot to add Brooke to her description, fuckin’ moron)

4. i t s f r o m j a p a n

Iconic line of our Richie Boi (that’s how I call him, shut up)

I’ve always loved him, I obviously don’t ignore he was a bully (That motion Jeremy does when Rich moves his fist IS NOT NORMAL, That single motion shows that Jeremy was hit before) But at the same time you can tell he has suffered a lot, SQUIP for like 2 years, Probably a horrible family life, He literally almost commited suicide, And No One Really Cared! (in both the BMC world and over here, no one really cared)

And the fact that he is always dumbed down to the same Joke Character, Is just kinda sad ngl

(Fun Story I have: I didn’t really ship RichJake/Arson Bros, But when I did, which was like 5 days or somethin idk, I discovered Expensive Headphones and how toxic RichJake really is, So yea)

5. cHrIsTiIiIiInE, Let’s be honest right of the bat, WHO DOESN’T LOVE CHRISTINE???

Like? We all stan a drama queen

One thing, I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER! All we know about her is that she Likes Play Rehersal, but that’s kinda it, I would honestly love to know more about her and Her Past!

(can someone hook me up with some headcanons for Christine, Please?)

Das Kinda It, Yeah