🌟𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐂🌟

‘ 𝙽𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕.. ‘ ᴛᴇʟᴇʀɪ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴄɴᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢ!!!

[suicideisaprivatething]

Hello, Rottweilers!!

If you don’t know already, my name is Heather.

Soo, Uhm, Yeah! I really love cheerleading! It’s kinda my whole thing. I’ve actually been captain three years in a row which is… wow. Totally crazy! Not that I’m bragging or anything! My coach always says, “If you have to brag about being captain, you’re not acting like one.” Maybe I should tell Heather that.

Speaking of Heather, have I mentioned I’m part of the most popular clique in WesterBurg? Well if you’re reading this you probably already know. This app was supposed to be, like, my little safe space, but it looks like Heather’s already on it! She’s… concerning, sometimes. She really needs a doctor, and she gets harassed by Heather constantly. Sometimes I do feel like offering myself instead of her, to release some weight off Heather! Y’know.. but…

Veronica’s actually really nice… We only just started hanging out with her, but I think we’re becoming good friends. The other Heathers didn’t like her at first, but I really did want to get to know her. She’s just… nice...

Anyways, I’ve got to go, football game at six.. Go WesterBurg!

PS: Thank you all for re-electing me as Cheerleading Captain for WesterBurg! 💛💛💛

Let’s get psyched!

HIII!! MY FIRST ROLEPLAY BLOG YIPPEE.

everyone cheer. RIGHT. NOW.

tysm to @asianshitsandgiggles for inspiration and stuff!

This was a PAIN to write btw.

Headcanons (WILL CONTINUE TO UPDATE.)

- Heather McNamara’s mother is an obvious alcoholic from the West End lyrics of Big Fun. Heather doesn’t get the implications of how bad drinking is because she’s been exposed to it her whole life. Therefore she constantly drinks, and is quite knowledgeable in alcoholic beverages.

MAINS (PLEASE ASK, I NEED MAINS.)

I’ll allow more than one lowkey

Veronica Sawyer - @diaryfromadeadgirl

Heather Chandler - @aprettygirlwithsubstance

Heather Duke - @eat-my-spleen

Jason “J.D.” Dean - @explosiveslurpeelover

ADMIN!!!

hi im definitely not @thetiniestlifeboat000

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather speed-walked over to McNamara, her heels clicking against the school hallway, trying to get to her before she got out of her sight. "Heather!" called Heather, finally reaching her.

"You busy after your cheer practice?" she sighed, checking her watch as if her time was being wasted by McNamara not responding before twirling her hair in fingers. "I want to go shopping without someone whining and moaning.”

-@aprettygirlwithsubstance

Heather McNamara slams her locker closed, the familiar metal clang rings through the halls. Sigh, two more torturous hours until cheer practice. The world seems to be against her today. She couldn’t get a ride to school, so she had to take the freaking BUS again. In addition to that, there has to be a weeks worth of homework in her bag, only adding to her stress. Although there seems to be hope on the horizon. Cheer practice, then a date with Kurt. “The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more~ blah blah blah,” that’s what Mr. Zabrowski always tells their class or something along the line of that. Truthfully, she doesn’t pay attention during his class. Rather “daydreaming” about Kurt or cheer, or mini-ranting to the other half-listening Heathers.

Kurt Kelly, quarterback for the Westerburg Varsity Football Team. Lately, she’s been all over him recently. Infatuated with everything about him. Blinded by his good looks, and stupidity. She even skips practice just to be near him, and celebrates with him on the field after football games. Young love - stupid, reckless and impossible to resist.

Heather strides down the hall, her pre-calc textbook held loosely under her arm, Sony Walkmans clamped tightly over her ears. Blasting Whitney Houston at full volume. She glides past everyone, weaving through students.  She can’t afford ANOTHER tardy… especially since she’s failing pre-calc. She bites her lip, a nervous tick, and mutters the next lyric under her breath. 

Anyway, as she approaches the classroom, she hears the familiar click of heels, and the call of her name. She doesn’t even have to guess who it is. The “Mythic Bitch” herself, Heather Chandler. A girl who’s known for being bitchy. One who mere presence commands respect from every student at Westerburg… Anddd, somehow, her “best friend.” She rips off her Sony Walkmans without a second thought and spins around to face Heather. “Oh!.. Hey, Heather!” She squeaks out, looking down at the floor. Her gaze distracted, her thumbs rubbing over each other in monotonous circles. Her fingers intertwined, along with the silent, anxious rhythm she doesn’t even notice.

“Yes I think I’m busy.. I believe I have plans with Kurt! But- I can change them of course..” she replies, Her stimming becomes faster, twisting and pulling at the edges of her textbook that she was just holding close to her chest. Honestly, a long shopping spree would be exactly what she needed right now. 

Heather somehow had McNamara second-guessing her plans with Kurt. Did Heather McNamara really want another one of those unexpected fucking double dates with Kurt… AND Ram at some abandoned house, or worse, a cow pasture? Of course, Kurt was hot, but he was also stupid. But his taste in date spots was horrible. And now, with Heather watching her, she questioned herself.

Under the gaze of Heather, her opinion slightly shifts. The thought of another double date doesn’t seem appealing at all. And, maybe she doesn’t want to go with Kurt and Ram just to be fucked by them in the middle of a field.

[aprettygirlwithsubstance]

Heather scoffs, rolling her eyes.  “Well, make up your mind now,” she sneered, her fingers twisting in her hair.  “Kurt and Ram are two disgusting creatures of the Earth in comparison to me: your best friend.”

Heather had no interest in going with Veronica - she can go make out with her depressing boyfriend, for all she cared - and Duke was just a last ditch if McNamara couldn’t go.  And, god, did Duke piss her off with her pathetic desperation.  

“I mean, honestly, Heather?” she said in that mocking, belittling tone, shrugging without a care or sympathy.  “If you go with him, I just think you’re a slut.  You can make a ditch for him for me, right, Heather?”

Heather basked in her power, her condescending tone and her manipulative tactics.  She knew the absolute power she held, and she loved it.  Heather can glare at someone, and suddenly, they’ll do whatever she wants.  It was so fun to see all of these bimbos do it!

It was blatant how little respect she had for everyone else, including her friend.  Was it bad to call one of your closest confidants a slut for wanting to hang out with her boyfriend-ish?  Maybe.  She didn’t really care.  Besides, Heather was doing McNamara a favor!  Kurt was gross rapist.

Ugh, love. Heather learned that wasn’t her thing. Though, seeing boys desperately try to get her attention was great, even if it was just to see her skirt. They’d see up her skirt, of course. After she kicks them in the nose.

Heather was decked in red: red skirt, red blazer, red brooch, alongside the gold chain and white button up.  And, of course, the red scrunchie, tied tight around her brown hair.  The scrunchie that held all the power. It was a simple piece of fabric, but of course, it had its metaphors.

Heather put her hands on her hips, her red nails tapping against her skirt. If McNamara didn’t take up her offer, Heather guessed it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She would just have to go with Duke. The thought absolutely repulsed her, but she needed to go shopping with anyone that wasn’t her nagging mother.

“The thought of Kurt ruined my fucking mood,” she groans, biting the inside of her cheek. “Color me offended.”

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather’s focus shifts slightly off to the side, staring at passerby’s instead of the megabitch infront of her. She’s very conflicted, assessing her two options rapidly. Kurt does sound nice, he always does. Whenever he talks to her, her heart flutters, always seems to be lost in his eyes. He’s hot, strong, popular, but does she really want to be known as a slut?

On the other hand, Kurt and Ram aren’t exactly saints. They flirt and fuck anything that smiles at them for more than two seconds, their attention drifting from girl to girl. So, what makes her so special? Why go see them now, just for them to fuck another whore tomorrow. Her gaze flicker’s to Heather.

Heather is all too familiar with Heather’s influence. She has experienced it second-hand multiple times. She’s watched people disappear and become irrelevant. The word slut rings in her head. Now, unlike some people, Heather McNamara knows her place in the hierarchy, she accepts it. Why would she flake on the ultimate queen of westerburg, on her best friend?

“I mean… I don’t have to go with him. It’s not a big deal!” She’d exclaim under a nervous smile.

Her fingers peel at the corner of her own pre-calc textbook. Kurt will probably be annoyed. Maybe more than annoyed. But that’s manageable. Kurt’s disappointment is temporary. Heather’s is not. She doesn’t want to end up like the other Heather. Ridiculed, and insulted by Heather constantly, it’s actually quite sad. Anyways, shopping does sound amazing to Heather, all the stress would be finally off her back for once. A nice relaxing spree with her best friend. That’s exactly what McNamara needed. A getaway from the piles of homework, the grueling cheer practices, and her alcoholic parents.

“Yeah, I can change my plans, Kurt won’t mind anyways!” She finally confirms, “My practice should be around two hours, maybe I’ll be out at 4:30?”

Heather’s grip around her textbook tightens slowly. Her thumb presses into the corner, rubbing against it over and over. She lifts her chin, her posture straightening. Her eyes graze Heather’s. Silently praying she made the correct choice.

[aprettygirlwithsubstance]

Heather smiles, that bitchy, smug smile. Kurt Kelly is nothing but filth and germs who probably should be tested for some fucking sexually transmitted disease! she was protecting her maybe-friend from dying an early death! Involuntary death. Heather hasn’t said anything about the medication in her bag. Whatever.

“It isn’t a big deal,” she repeats, putting her hands on her hips, shrugging off the hair on her shoulder. “I’m just looking out for you, Heather. I don’t want you ending up in a threesome with Kurt and El, who probably carry every single STI and, well, you might be vomited on by her in the middle of it.”

Heather laughed at the thought. “I mean, seriously Heather, if you’re going to have sex, have it with someone who doesn’t get fucking alcohol poisoning every weekend.”

Heather twirled her dark brown hair in her fingers, gazing at it as if she was more interested in how her hair moved between her red nails than the conversation she was having with her so-called best friend. Well, Heather McNamara was her favorite friend, her confidant. They had more inside jokes than she had conversations with Heather fucking Duke. Go purge, someone will hold her hair back!

“I’ll just wait at the practice.” Despite the idea of watching a bunch of teens flail around on a field, plus the marching band be off-key, sounded horrendous and out of her league, Heather should go to remind herself that some people have it rougher than her!

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather laughs nervously. A sharp exhale that stops as quick as it started. Kurt and El. The idea seems oddly familiar, she’s honestly still stuck on being called a slut, was she really a slut? She’s never thought of herself as a slut. Yeah, no!… That’s just ridiculous. People hooked up, people flirted, that was just… high school, right? Besides, it’s not like she kept a list or anything.

“Yeah.. It’s not like I’d even agree to having a threesome with them! That’s so disgusting.” The words escape her effortlessly, but deep inside she knows she’s lying. She craves him, Kurt is like drugs to her, a bad influence, yet she can never him away.

“Anyways, I should get to class, before Mrs. Fleming writes me another tardy.” She’d mutter, her words quite rushed, “If I get another tardy, I may not even be able to come to the mall….” she mutters the rest of the sentence, with a forced laugh at the end. “I’ll see you later, Heather!” She’d linger in the hallway, expecting a response, but after a little while, she’d start strutting away, her originally shitty day having some sort of hope on the horizon.

She shoves her Walkmans back into her ears, Whitney Houston blaring into her skull again. She doesn’t give a shit anymore, I mean, why would you when you have plans with the hottest bitch in town?

She arrives to her class, sitting down in an empty seat in the back. Keeping her head high even with a multitude of classmates staring at her. Sigh, how she hated Pre-calc. The teacher’s monotone deep voice usually rambles on about things she barely understands. It’s like another language to her. Just complete jargon, without meaning. Numbers and words turn into a something that she couldn’t give a flying fuck about. But, the day had just begun.

“Go Rottweilers!” Heather practices, repeating for what seems to be the millionth time today. Her legs burn and her arms might give out, but she keeps moving.

Cheer practice is long and painstaking. The cheer team runs through warm ups, drills and routines with strife. Heather shouting the occasional, “Don't stop, just keep going!” Every time they start to slack off. She TRULY didn’t want to be there either, she’d rather be hanging out with Heather by now, but the upcoming game against the Razorbacks is cut into her mind, filling her with eagerness and determination.

Sweat rushes down Heather’s forehead, after the two hours of grueling practice is finally done with. Two hours of pure excruciation over with. After a cringy team-huddle, a short shower and change. She finds Heather, she walks over to her. A slight smile across her face. She waves at Heather.

“We should roll if we want to get to the mall in time,” she tries to call out calmly, hiding a bit of excitement, “You know how long we usually spend there.”

She truly cannot stand still, excited for what’s to come.

[suicideisaprivatething]

are your parents divorced???

tw: mentions of suicide

-

‘ What?! why do you want to know? ‘

‘ It’s not like you need to know everything about me just because I’m perfect, and a cheerleader. Okay, fine! Maybe things are kinda complicated at home, okay? It doesn’t even matter! Parents separating isn’t even bad! It’s like, super common! I bet yours are separated too! ‘

‘ Well, I feel like everything’s against me. My parents are divorced, I haven’t seen my mom in weeks, and my dad cares more about his stupid business than me, my grades are dropping, and I’m just supposed to what??shake ass and spell out “GO TEAM!” Infront of my peers?… I’ve honestly thought about killing myself. But.. I can’t do it now, especially with my reputation.. and Heather literally would kill me if I killed myself. ‘

‘ Just, please get out of my face.. and make sure to attend the game later tonight. ‘

[suicideisaprivatething]

do you like your friends?

‘ Oh, of course I do! ‘

‘ I mean, why wouldn’t I? I’m backed up by the most special cheerleading squad in Ohio, everyone is VERY talented! Then, Heather and Heather! We go to ALL the parties, play croquet, and do everything together! I really couldn’t ask for anything better. Oh! And Veronica’s super nice too! She even comes to my practices sometimes it’s really sweet of her! And! Uhhhh-… everyone else, too! ‘

But, sometimes it feels like there are too many of us. Like everyone is crammed in like a… tiny lifeboat. Traversing a dark, stormy wave-raged ocean. A lifeboat that’s too full, shoved to the top… And then I start thinking. What if I’m the next one they throw out?

‘ But as long as Heather is in charge, that’ll never happen! Right? ‘

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather speed-walked over to McNamara, her heels clicking against the school hallway, trying to get to her before she got out of her sight. "Heather!" called Heather, finally reaching her.

"You busy after your cheer practice?" she sighed, checking her watch as if her time was being wasted by McNamara not responding before twirling her hair in fingers. "I want to go shopping without someone whining and moaning.”

-@aprettygirlwithsubstance

Heather McNamara slams her locker closed, the familiar metal clang rings through the halls. Sigh, two more torturous hours until cheer practice. The world seems to be against her today. She couldn’t get a ride to school, so she had to take the freaking BUS again. In addition to that, there has to be a weeks worth of homework in her bag, only adding to her stress. Although there seems to be hope on the horizon. Cheer practice, then a date with Kurt. “The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more~ blah blah blah,” that’s what Mr. Zabrowski always tells their class or something along the line of that. Truthfully, she doesn’t pay attention during his class. Rather “daydreaming” about Kurt or cheer, or mini-ranting to the other half-listening Heathers.

Kurt Kelly, quarterback for the Westerburg Varsity Football Team. Lately, she’s been all over him recently. Infatuated with everything about him. Blinded by his good looks, and stupidity. She even skips practice just to be near him, and celebrates with him on the field after football games. Young love - stupid, reckless and impossible to resist.

Heather strides down the hall, her pre-calc textbook held loosely under her arm, Sony Walkmans clamped tightly over her ears. Blasting Whitney Houston at full volume. She glides past everyone, weaving through students.  She can’t afford ANOTHER tardy… especially since she’s failing pre-calc. She bites her lip, a nervous tick, and mutters the next lyric under her breath. 

Anyway, as she approaches the classroom, she hears the familiar click of heels, and the call of her name. She doesn’t even have to guess who it is. The “Mythic Bitch” herself, Heather Chandler. A girl who’s known for being bitchy. One who mere presence commands respect from every student at Westerburg… Anddd, somehow, her “best friend.” She rips off her Sony Walkmans without a second thought and spins around to face Heather. “Oh!.. Hey, Heather!” She squeaks out, looking down at the floor. Her gaze distracted, her thumbs rubbing over each other in monotonous circles. Her fingers intertwined, along with the silent, anxious rhythm she doesn’t even notice.

“Yes I think I’m busy.. I believe I have plans with Kurt! But- I can change them of course..” she replies, Her stimming becomes faster, twisting and pulling at the edges of her textbook that she was just holding close to her chest. Honestly, a long shopping spree would be exactly what she needed right now. 

Heather somehow had McNamara second-guessing her plans with Kurt. Did Heather McNamara really want another one of those unexpected fucking double dates with Kurt… AND Ram at some abandoned house, or worse, a cow pasture? Of course, Kurt was hot, but he was also stupid. But his taste in date spots was horrible. And now, with Heather watching her, she questioned herself.

Under the gaze of Heather, her opinion slightly shifts. The thought of another double date doesn’t seem appealing at all. And, maybe she doesn’t want to go with Kurt and Ram just to be fucked by them in the middle of a field.

[aprettygirlwithsubstance]

Heather scoffs, rolling her eyes.  “Well, make up your mind now,” she sneered, her fingers twisting in her hair.  “Kurt and Ram are two disgusting creatures of the Earth in comparison to me: your best friend.”

Heather had no interest in going with Veronica - she can go make out with her depressing boyfriend, for all she cared - and Duke was just a last ditch if McNamara couldn’t go.  And, god, did Duke piss her off with her pathetic desperation.  

“I mean, honestly, Heather?” she said in that mocking, belittling tone, shrugging without a care or sympathy.  “If you go with him, I just think you’re a slut.  You can make a ditch for him for me, right, Heather?”

Heather basked in her power, her condescending tone and her manipulative tactics.  She knew the absolute power she held, and she loved it.  Heather can glare at someone, and suddenly, they’ll do whatever she wants.  It was so fun to see all of these bimbos do it!

It was blatant how little respect she had for everyone else, including her friend.  Was it bad to call one of your closest confidants a slut for wanting to hang out with her boyfriend-ish?  Maybe.  She didn’t really care.  Besides, Heather was doing McNamara a favor!  Kurt was gross rapist.

Ugh, love. Heather learned that wasn’t her thing. Though, seeing boys desperately try to get her attention was great, even if it was just to see her skirt. They’d see up her skirt, of course. After she kicks them in the nose.

Heather was decked in red: red skirt, red blazer, red brooch, alongside the gold chain and white button up.  And, of course, the red scrunchie, tied tight around her brown hair.  The scrunchie that held all the power. It was a simple piece of fabric, but of course, it had its metaphors.

Heather put her hands on her hips, her red nails tapping against her skirt. If McNamara didn’t take up her offer, Heather guessed it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She would just have to go with Duke. The thought absolutely repulsed her, but she needed to go shopping with anyone that wasn’t her nagging mother.

“The thought of Kurt ruined my fucking mood,” she groans, biting the inside of her cheek. “Color me offended.”

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather’s focus shifts slightly off to the side, staring at passerby’s instead of the megabitch infront of her. She’s very conflicted, assessing her two options rapidly. Kurt does sound nice, he always does. Whenever he talks to her, her heart flutters, always seems to be lost in his eyes. He’s hot, strong, popular, but does she really want to be known as a slut?

On the other hand, Kurt and Ram aren’t exactly saints. They flirt and fuck anything that smiles at them for more than two seconds, their attention drifting from girl to girl. So, what makes her so special? Why go see them now, just for them to fuck another whore tomorrow. Her gaze flicker’s to Heather.

Heather is all too familiar with Heather’s influence. She has experienced it second-hand multiple times. She’s watched people disappear and become irrelevant. The word slut rings in her head. Now, unlike some people, Heather McNamara knows her place in the hierarchy, she accepts it. Why would she flake on the ultimate queen of westerburg, on her best friend?

“I mean… I don’t have to go with him. It’s not a big deal!” She’d exclaim under a nervous smile.

Her fingers peel at the corner of her own pre-calc textbook. Kurt will probably be annoyed. Maybe more than annoyed. But that’s manageable. Kurt’s disappointment is temporary. Heather’s is not. She doesn’t want to end up like the other Heather. Ridiculed, and insulted by Heather constantly, it’s actually quite sad. Anyways, shopping does sound amazing to Heather, all the stress would be finally off her back for once. A nice relaxing spree with her best friend. That’s exactly what McNamara needed. A getaway from the piles of homework, the grueling cheer practices, and her alcoholic parents.

“Yeah, I can change my plans, Kurt won’t mind anyways!” She finally confirms, “My practice should be around two hours, maybe I’ll be out at 4:30?”

Heather’s grip around her textbook tightens slowly. Her thumb presses into the corner, rubbing against it over and over. She lifts her chin, her posture straightening. Her eyes graze Heather’s. Silently praying she made the correct choice.

[suicideisaprivatething]

Heather speed-walked over to McNamara, her heels clicking against the school hallway, trying to get to her before she got out of her sight. "Heather!" called Heather, finally reaching her.

"You busy after your cheer practice?" she sighed, checking her watch as if her time was being wasted by McNamara not responding before twirling her hair in fingers. "I want to go shopping without someone whining and moaning.”

-@aprettygirlwithsubstance

Heather McNamara slams her locker closed, the familiar metal clang rings through the halls. Sigh, two more torturous hours until cheer practice. The world seems to be against her today. She couldn’t get a ride to school, so she had to take the freaking BUS again. In addition to that, there has to be a weeks worth of homework in her bag, only adding to her stress. Although there seems to be hope on the horizon. Cheer practice, then a date with Kurt. “The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more~ blah blah blah,” that’s what Mr. Zabrowski always tells their class or something along the line of that. Truthfully, she doesn’t pay attention during his class. Rather “daydreaming” about Kurt or cheer, or mini-ranting to the other half-listening Heathers.

Kurt Kelly, quarterback for the Westerburg Varsity Football Team. Lately, she’s been all over him recently. Infatuated with everything about him. Blinded by his good looks, and stupidity. She even skips practice just to be near him, and celebrates with him on the field after football games. Young love - stupid, reckless and impossible to resist.

Heather strides down the hall, her pre-calc textbook held loosely under her arm, Sony Walkmans clamped tightly over her ears. Blasting Whitney Houston at full volume. She glides past everyone, weaving through students.  She can’t afford ANOTHER tardy… especially since she’s failing pre-calc. She bites her lip, a nervous tick, and mutters the next lyric under her breath. 

Anyway, as she approaches the classroom, she hears the familiar click of heels, and the call of her name. She doesn’t even have to guess who it is. The “Mythic Bitch” herself, Heather Chandler. A girl who’s known for being bitchy. One who mere presence commands respect from every student at Westerburg… Anddd, somehow, her “best friend.” She rips off her Sony Walkmans without a second thought and spins around to face Heather. “Oh!.. Hey, Heather!” She squeaks out, looking down at the floor. Her gaze distracted, her thumbs rubbing over each other in monotonous circles. Her fingers intertwined, along with the silent, anxious rhythm she doesn’t even notice.

“Yes I think I’m busy.. I believe I have plans with Kurt! But- I can change them of course..” she replies, Her stimming becomes faster, twisting and pulling at the edges of her textbook that she was just holding close to her chest. Honestly, a long shopping spree would be exactly what she needed right now. 

Heather somehow had McNamara second-guessing her plans with Kurt. Did Heather McNamara really want another one of those unexpected fucking double dates with Kurt… AND Ram at some abandoned house, or worse, a cow pasture? Of course, Kurt was hot, but he was also stupid. But his taste in date spots was horrible. And now, with Heather watching her, she questioned herself.

Under the gaze of Heather, her opinion slightly shifts. The thought of another double date doesn’t seem appealing at all. And, maybe she doesn’t want to go with Kurt and Ram just to be fucked by them in the middle of a field.