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Conditions in the jail have reportedly been deteriorating for years.
This is my hometown – Birmingham, Alabama. I ache to be with my community, no matter how far removed I am from it now.
She's lost to the injustice system, she's lost to the racist, antiblack, transmisogynistic empire we inhabit and that many, many people benefit from upholding.
I'm so sorry Peaches. You deserved to live, and be loved by everyone who so clearly loved you. I hope you're listening to Beyoncé, or something even better tonight.
Pride is more than a celebration, remembering a beloved community member we lost, and more, inside the issue:
This loss is not accidental. It is a tragic reminder of the failures within the carceral system. The lack of adequate mental health resources, combined with negligence and systemic shortcomings in our system, continues to cost lives.
Far too many people are dying at the hands of systems that cause harm rather than healing. Incarceration should never lead to dehumanization. Peaches was a human being. She deserved dignity, respect, compassion, and access to the care she needed.
As we mourn her loss, we also honor her life. Let Peaches’ legacy be a call to action. We must continue advocating for a transformation of our systems of incarceration and for better responses to individuals living with severe mental illness. No one should be forgotten, neglected, or stripped of their humanity. Rest peacefully, Peaches. Your life mattered, your presence was felt, and your memory will forever remain with us.
Earlier this week, active members of our community attended a city council meeting to read poems & voice frustration with the conditions of Birmingham city jail.
While attempting to invoke the mayor Randall Woodfin to come to city hall to hear these concerns, the mayor instead sent 4 Birmingham police officers who arrested, assaulted and hospitalized one of the people making their voice heard. Last I heard from one of my friends, they’re still in the hospital.
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Worse still, I was injured when our house was bombed while we were inside (700 days ago). I was hit by shrapnel that is still embedded in my body, and I need urgent surgery to remove it. Throughout this time, I have been suffering from constant pain. My surgery is very expensive, and I don't have enough money for it. Now I can't sleep because of the intense pain, and I can't afford my medications and painkillers to stop the pain because of their high price, I don't know what to do!!!
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a take on stephanie’s obliviousness; sorry for any mistakes i did not reread this
“we could move in together you know? if you want.”
heather glances up, but stephanie is still looking down at her lunch, moving pieces of fruit around absently. The end of their freshman year is ending. Summer is approaching and next year’s living situation is looking a bit dubious.
“hm” heather says.
“i could probably convince my dad to cover most of the rent…. we could go halfsies on utilities.”
“Okay,” heather says.
“it’s just— looking for a new roommate might be a hassle and what if you don’t like them. we already know each other and get on pretty well”
“I said okay,” heather laughs a little bit
“and i again it could be cheaper than paying for on campus boarding if the commute-” stephanie looks up, eyebrows lifted in surprise. she flounders a bit, mouthing opening a closing before she finds it. “Okay, good.” satisfied.
—
the thing was stephanie had been planning for her proposal to go a bit smoother. already have a few locations pre-picked and ready to offer up to heather—give her the final choice—a few pinterest boards (and online shopping carts filled) ready to decorate in a style complimentary to both her and heather’s taste. she hadn’t want to go through the getting-to-know-you phase when she strucked gold the first time. she pondered robin until robin basically moved in with her girlfriend at the beginning of the second semester. there was nothing but dread in her heart at using shared laundry or showers on campus; stray hairs in drains and the smelling of burning textiles will stick with her forever. she had a vision with heather. heather and stephanie’s place. stephanie and heather’s place. easy breezy beautiful cover girl.
hard to imagine anything else now.
they were all settled into a new small corner apartment before school started. had a cute move-in/welcoming/birthday party with heather’s family, signed up for classes together and already back to their regularly scheduled lives by the time school started again.
it was still noisy, now with the sounds of bustling traffic outside instead of fortysum of their pupils surrounded on all sides. stephanie meal preps for the week while heather cleans up behind, they chat aimlessly, beating a horse that’s already given up everything it had to give is their favorite topic. they have friends over whenever everyone gets a day off but end most nights with whatever odd show heather can find on netflix.
Stephanie and Heather just get each other. Stephanie thinks they’re spiritually connected. Two halves of a whole, they even finish each other’s sentences.
“fucking eggs are $10!”
“we don’t need the cage free organic…here look! 24 for 7.29! and they’re vegetarian fed.”
stephanie looks and makes a face at the white styrofoam container, “they’re 7.29 and vegetarian because a donkey shat them out. they’re practically see through.” holding the eggs up to the light.
“but if we get the donkey eggs we could also get cookies…” heather trailed off as steph debated the price of eggs.
before stephanie could make a decision heather abruptly guided the eggs out of her hands before settling one on her waist and pushing them and their cart out of the aisle. it happened all so fast, steph couldn’t question it until they slowed down. on the other side of the store. in front of the ice cream. she was about to complain until she saw heather looking annoyed. focusing on what pinned her friend’s face up she saw a man with an ugly jacket and tacky truck hat wondering on the other side of the aisle. looking at nothing in particular.
“you good,sir.” heather called down standing up straighter, taller. it would’ve been more of a question but there wasn’t a bit of politeness in her tone.
“oh..uh-“ like he was surprised they could see him, “just looking for some help.” he didn’t even have a basket.
stephanie peered around heather, “we don’t work here. go find an employee.” flicking her hand, literally shooing him away.
he stepped towards them like he was actually going to do something, until someone else stepped down to the frozen aisle, coincidentally an employee. turning away before walking off, ugly jacket making swishing noises in his wake.
“guy has been following us since we got potatoes.”
“just gross. …you want to make ice cream sandwiches with the cookies?”
“of course i do.”
“so we gotta get the donkey eggs?”
“we were always going to get the donkey eggs.”
the trip ended with heather’s hand on stephanie’s waist, $45 over-budget, and too many frozen items that they had to eat because it couldn’t fit in their freezer.
—
the waist holding didn’t end there. it became all too familiar.
heather did it so often stephanie picked up the habit.
moving heather slightly away from curbs so that she could walk street-side. her hands never left their spot — comfortably perched.
whenever stephanie’s own laugh caught her guard, which was happening more often now, heather was always there to catch and hold her before she fully tipped over.
Heather got so used to it, more comfortable with public displays of affection, that she didn’t even get surprised by Stephanie’s random need to hug her. especially when she’s drunk and so endeared by her friend she can’t help but grab her and snuggle into her neck. She fits so perfect in her spot and heather barely notices. just adjust as needed and continues her conversation.
but her favorite moments are whenever they’re alone. they fall asleep holding each other on the couch. it should be terrible for the both of them. egregious on their back but steph can’t help but wake up so warmed. the print of heather’s shirt pressed into her face, somnolent and snug, every slight movement making heather underneath her whine and pulling her closer. urging her back into their secluded stupor.
robin gave her a weird look when she explained it, but robin also complains whenever stephanie stays over and somehow finds a way to grab hold of her. she even kicks the stuffed frog and bear off her bed before going to sleep! she just wouldn’t get it like heather does!
—
the natural transition from waist holding is hand holding. but stephanie can’t remember a time they didn’t hold hands. the two having been holding onto each since they met. what’s new is the kissing.
the thing about kisses is that they could be confusing.
hopefully, everyone’s been kissed some point in their life.
from your mom when the doctors laid you on her chest for the first time, your dad when you skinned your knee, as some cultural practice, kissing your crush in the back of the library, kissing a line of drunk friends on the forehead as you somehow corralled them into the back of an uber because for some reason that was their bargaining chip for listening to you.
kissing isn’t a big deal!
and they don’t treat it as such.
people drawing their own conclusions is their own issues.
if stephanie kisses heather on the cheek after they blew other teams out of the water during game night, that’s just the heat of the moment! if heather drops one her cheek before she heads out, stephanie doesn’t mind it one bit. she likes the assurance of it. she would even return one when they see each other again. they kiss each other! big whoop! stephanie has made out with damn near every friend she’s ever had! god forbid a girl be affectionate!
so what there are those times when they miscalculate and catch each other’s lips. and those times when they go out, and for some reason a girl can’t catch a fucking hint about heather not being interested; stephanie can always help her out. calling her babe and sweetheart and hanging off her arm doesn’t always work but a kiss square on the mouth does.
stephanie likes kissing and she likes kissing heather. it’s almost a self soothing practice. if either can’t sleep they can go to the other’s room and cuddle up with the other no problem. sometimes if they’re in the mood they kiss. just lazy pecks. only a child who’s never even seen their parents hug would call them heated. it’s great at blurring the dream realm from the real. quiet and soft and steady. another blanket to add, being wrapped up in each other’s company.
heather gets that! heather understands stephanie! that’s why they’re the perfect roommates! it’s why they’re best friends! two halves of a whole heart necklace. the good quality kind that have a magnet that connects them every time they’re close. she should get one of those for them, that’s so cute!
people seeing them kiss is not a new thing. so why is doing it in private such a big deal. why can’t she see heather off to work or one of her heinous early classes, serving her off with the way she takes her coffee and a kiss. why can’t heather help her headaches. letting stephanie rest in her room, heather has weighted blankets and blackout curtains! she’s a wonderful friend for letting her use it. a cold compress and a kiss is just an added bonus.
—
“it’s not a big deal.”
“what do you mean-“ robin cries
“i would kiss you if you let me! you nurpled me when i bit your ear last week!”
“that’s not remotely the same!”
“chrissy! barb! she’s being weird and dramatic, right?”
“oh baby i’m not touching that at all,” chrissy’s darling accent dragging out her syllables. “that’s sounds like a you thing.”
“exactly! it’s my thing. barb can i kiss you?” she wanted to cringe at her question, her and barb did not have that kind of kinship and they both knew it. Stephanie had to prove her point somehow.
Barb looked disgusted she even thought of it, “blegh no.”
“see you guys don’t want my kisses. heather doesn’t mind them!”
barb started again, crossing her legs together like some kind of therapist, “are you two kissing other people?” the question hung in the air for a second.
“…didn’t i just offer all three of you a kiss?”
“on the mouth? stephanie—!”
“oh robin don’t be such a nun. it’s not that big of a deal.”
“okay so, you’re not-“
“hey!”
“but is she?”
robin and barb looked her intently. like she held the answers to the universe.
“im texting eddie!” chrissy called out from the kitchen. “told him to ask her if she and stephanie kiss often.”
you could hear a mouse sneeze
“he said she said yes!”
“ask him if heather is kissing anyone else.” stephanie was starting to believe barbara doesn’t like her for some reason.
“he said she flicked him in the forehead and told him to mind his business.”
“point proven.”
“what fucking point?!”
“she’s being weird about you guys!”
“no she’s not! because there’s nothing to be weird about! you know what is weird! eddie randomly asking her about her dating life! that’s fucking weird! the guy came over snot crying one time and heather still doesn’t know about what! that’s just they’re friendship! we’ll probably know in 15 years when they get around to talking about it!”
“we’ll” robin put in quotation marks. before she could continue on, barb interrupted her, “would you mind? if she was kissing someone else?”
“she could be kissing eddie right now and i wouldn’t-“
“you know that’s not what i’m talking about. if heather was on a date or had a girlfriend, would that upset you?”
stephanie’s mouth open and snapped shut like a fish as she floundered for an answer.
“yes i would be upset. But- BUT in the same i’m upset that your girlfriend pinches me in the tit every time i tried to cuddle with her. i probably wouldn’t be able to be as hands on with heather, and that would be a loss. i would lose something i like doing! is that what you want to hear? i would be respectful if my best friend had a girlfriend?” she flipped her middle finger up at robin when she looked offended at her giving the best friend title to heather.
barb doesnt look satisfied find but they leave the conversation at that.
—
it still festers within stephanie. makes it feel she’s done something wrong, crossed a line. she sits on it for a couple of days. going over the details of every interaction of every friendship she’s ever had and doubling back on decisions and actions to see if she was ever the odd one out.
she’s lost friends, those she would kept in her life forever. growing up and growing apart will do that. some friendships that ended in big fallouts, ended with mean words sniped at each other. stephanie is a big girl she doesn’t need to take the barbs of teenage shitheads so close to heart anymore. but when she gets to the idea of losing heather, its too scary too much to even fathom.
to lose an island that kept you from drowning would feel like that she imagines.
heather is the one to bring it up. she asks about with red wine in their matching ceramic cups they got from her mom as a christmas gift. the comfort that washes over her in their environment, doing their thing together. drinking mid-tier wine, while watching a show with terrible writing in the comfort of each other, late into the night.
“what’s got you uptight?” heather asks, rubbing her thumb in between steph’s eyebrows, smoothing over her scrunch.
stephanie can’t find the right words fast enough but she says something anyway. “we’re not doing anything wrong, right?”
heather lifts her eyebrows.
“like i’m not- it’s not-“ she huffs a frustrated sigh, “i can kiss you right?”
“you can kiss me.” nodding
steph nods with her, “and nothing bad- it’s not wrong for us…to kiss. like we’re not doing anything wrong.”
and heather, something angry flashes in her eyes before she looks more worried, “whoa! steffy where is this coming from?”
“i just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. above everything! you’re alright with me kissing you?”
she has a hand on stephanie rubbing her arms like she’s worried stephanie will break at any moment. “i am alright with you kissing me babe, can i kiss you?”
“of course!”
“okay! are you alright” heather searches in her eyes.
with the all clear, stephanie snuggles up into heather’s embrace. lay her head in her spot on heather’s shoulder, wiggles and giggles as heather tightens her arms and completes their puzzle.
stephanie knew they were good but she just had to check. “can i have one right now? a kiss.” she smiled cheekily.
“you don’t even have to ask.”
heather brings her face up to meet hers. Lips sliding together softly. They press together for longer, this time, and longer is even better, like coming home after a long day. stephanie hummed happily as it continued. not intensified, they were just being. here. together.
it was heather that pulled them apart, not far though, still close enough that their lips still touched as she said, “look at that. the world didn’t end.” stephanie couldn’t help but laugh.
what the hell were robin and barb so worked up about?
—
Stephanie didn’t let the weird little hiccup shake her too much. She was never overly concerned about what people thought of her, she would’ve been downed a long time ago if she did. So if anyone thought she was weird, then so be it! That’s fine! That’s their business and she prefers to mind her own!
Heather and her kiss so much more now. With wild abandon. They kiss at home,kick kisses in the kitchen, they kiss at the club, with drinks flowing through them only setting the tone further for the night.
Stephanie introduces tongue, because kissing could always be more fun. Heather takes it no problem. Matches her energy, sometimes doubling and giving it back with bites in between.
for a while their, for a lack of a better term, make out sessions were only on the couch. with stephanie on top or heather laying between her legs, but there was only so much space and it was hard on their necks so the move to a bed was a natural progression. now they can lay side by side or on top of each other, roll around as they pleased.
steph loved the space. loved seeing heather under her, on HER bed, in HER room, with an expression so giddy the SHE gave her. just from kissing. It’s easy. it’s a gift. it’s—interrupted by heather’s alarm. for work. which sucks.
they both look at her phone like it cursed at them.
heather sat up on her elbows, sighing but ‘dems da breaks.
stephanie takes it harder. already starting up a tantrum, “noooooo, don’t goooo.” flailing her arms for the dramatics, she bounces a bit from where she is on heather’s lap.
“oh- don’t do that.” heather stops her quickly, holding her still. stephanie ignores her for the most part, wrapping her arms and legs around heather clinging on harder would somehow convince her she doesn’t need money. But alas, Heather gets dressed around her so she lets go. Flopping on the bed like child being told no.
head in her sheets, “tell marcia i’m going to give her the old ‘why i oughta-‘ the next time i see her.”
heather’s belting her pants with her work shirt unbuttoned and god she looks so kissable now. and then she laughs and stephanie loves it when she makes heather laugh. it’s so open and loud and it fills a room and her heart. and heather is laughing as she leaves stephanie’s room to go to her own. and that sucks. she should be laughing with stephanie, in stephanie’s room. she should be laughing against stephanie’s lip as they cuddle and kissed.
but no she’s leaving and that sucks.
heather not being with stephanie sucks.
and at that moment stephanie realizes she’s fucked.
she can’t even think about it because heather is back in her room—good we like this, thumbs up—and she’s smiling—we like this even more—she’s leaning in, kissing stephanie like she wants to pick back up where they left off—love this, we like this the most— and then she’s pulling away, still smiling, still laughing but still leaving.
Stephanie is still fucked.
—
Heather heads off to work. Calls out, that’ll she call steph on her lunch, while she ties her shoes at the door. Stephanie waits till she can hear Heather’s car start up. Because she can Hear when a car Sounds like Heather’s. right. she’s fucked.
And not!
Stephanie Anne Marie Harrington is Realizing in Real time that she wants to be fucked. And hasn’t been. in 18 months. wanna guess why?
As soon as she feels the rumble of Heather’s car-she can Feel it 5 stories up-she grabs her jacket to put over big shirt, that’s she realizing is NOT her shirt, it’s heather’s! when did their laundry start to blend like this. and go slide into the first pair of easy shoes she spots and runs down two flights of steps to get to robin and barb’s place.
grabbing their emergency key from behind the christmas wreath they’ve never took down, she’s technically not breaking and entering.
she’s not interrupting much, the couple is eating cereal at their bar-top counter.
“I’m attracted to heather!”
Barb, snort/coughs/chokes unhelpfully.
“oh really?” robin, also unhelpful.
“like sexually. i sexually want her like i want her. robin- i’m-“
“okay…we got it. and how do you feel about it?” she’s still eating.
“horny!” stephanie threw herself on the couch, “and angry!”
“can i ask why anger?”
“because i wanted her and she had to go to stupid work and she left me! she left me wanting! WANTING HER!” she gets loud before she realizes where she is and who she’s talking to. sighs, “she doesn’t know—“
“fat fucking chance.” barb says, taking her bowl into the sink.
“what?”
“you think heather doesn’t know you like her? you’ve been friends for years, roommates for 2 of them, KISSING for six-
“eight-“
“months—whoaaa sorry eight months,” now she’s laughing at stephanie which doesn’t make her feel great. “and you didn’t think-“
“okay. okay. let’s all relax.” good thing robin stepped in, stephanie feels like she’s going to start crying soon. before her face can get any redder robin is hugging her, petting the back of her head. “hey it’s okay, you’re okay.”
“robbie i don’t know what to do.” she breaks down.
“it’s okay you don’t have to do anything yet you can just sit here. stay as long as you need.”
and so they do. just sit there.
—
she doesn’t get heather’s calls. robin doesn’t let her. at least until she can figure herself out, hold herself up. she thinks she must look really pathetic if robin is still rocking her. still awkward in her own way but welcomed anyway. even barb brought her some water during the early tears.
“you alright?”
“mmhm”
“you want to talk about it?”
“no.”
it’s dark out now. they’ve been here for hours. barb left and came back at some point. which means she definitely interrupted robin’s day and that didn’t make her feel any better. she doesn’t know where her phone is. robin turned it off and tossed it somewhere. but it’s dark out. heather should’ve been home by now she thinks. heather should be home.
it’s weird. she didn’t come look for her?
“what time is it?”
robin looks at her watch, “a little past 8.”
“heather should be- where’s my phone?”
“i don’t think—“
“i just need to check.” stephanie is starting to feel frantic again. everything is off balance. she’s dizzy when she stands up. “she didn’t-? no...” grabbing her phone off the ottoman, powering it on.
“hey steph, can you sit-“
“it’s 8 o’clock! Robin! she should’ve been home by now!”
“hey,maybe, she is. we can go up-“
“she got off at 5 she would’ve been home for hours and she didn’t look for me? no.”
her phone was taking forever like it knew she was already on edge. slow to turn on, load, reset back to her default dark settings. what the fuck
5 miscalls from heather. all during her break.
4 text messages from heather. all sent throughout the day.
27 text messages from eddie. all sent from hours before either of them would’ve gotten off work.
5 miscalls from unknown numbers.
robin watched as stephanie’s face switched from confusion to panic as she opened her phone.
stephanie ignored all the frantic messages from eddie and went straight to calling him.
“Is everything okay?! oh my god where’s heather?!”
“hey yeah, everything is fine. she got out of surgery—“
“SURGERY? OH MY GOD ROBIN I HAVE TO GO I HAVE TO— HOW COULD I’VE-I MIS-“ and shes crying all over again. worse this time. she can’t breathe. stephanie is going to throw up everything inside herself the minute her brain can shoot off a signal that’s coherent enough to. she puts her shoes on wrong and forgets her jacket before she’s running to her own car. she doesn’t realize she doesn’t have her car keys, or her apartment keys, or even her phone which she somehow lost again.
robin comes running behind with everything aforementioned, not completely clear on what happened but understanding enough to follow along. “i’ll drive. you need to breathe before you give yourself a heart attack. we’re going to the emergency room right now.”
stephanie confirmed with a nod as she broke down into more tears. heather could be fucking dying and she’s was being a baby in robin’s car.
“call eddie. right okay? call eddie and get an update.”
“hey! stephanie hey! listen she’s fine”
“what happened?” more whole body wrecking tears.
“it was just appendicitis. surgery was like 30 minutes clean. in and out like it was nothing. they just want to keep heather overnight for observation.”
“okay.” in and out. clean. “okay. we’re on our way.”
“yeah no of course. i would put her on the phone but she’s been asleep for the most part.” he starts to talk to someone else, “this is her? um i don’t know if uh-“
“stephanie.” a cool dark accented tone rings over the speaker. “the roommate right?” and stephanie wants to throw up at the title.
“yes this is she.”
“you are very hard to get ahold of.” and then the phone hangs up.
“i’m going to kill myself.”
“hey so let’s not say that this close to medical professionals. they are mandated reporters.” they’re pulling into the parking lot. dark and cold and dreary. stephanie stomach hurts.
—
“hey, look who’s up?” stephanie hears eddie as they turn the corner for heather’s room. Stephanie makes a break for it. Crying again. of course. if she’s done nothing else all day.
“and look who’s here!”
stephanie damn nears jumps on the bed, stopping herself just as she makes it to heather’s side.
“hey it’s my girl!” heather exclaims weakly, hand reaching up towards stephanie’s, “why’re you crying,” wiping oncoming tears away with her thumb, “we’re all good over here.”
“i was so worried. i didn’t know-“
“i’m fine babe! i kicked surgery’s fuck ass” she’s slurring a bit. it must be the pain meds.
stephanie supplies as big of a smile she could albeit still watery. heather laid back down fully, still mumbling about kicking ass.
stephanie can’t help herself when she kisses heather. one on the forehead and one of the lips. the wants to cry at the unusually dryness of them but heather smiles and mumbles a silly, “nice” before she fully succumbs to slumber once again.
she looks up at the room full of people she’s completely ignored since being here. the nurse in the corner computer, robin pulling eddie up by the back of his shirt so that stephanie can have the only other chair in the room, scooting it to the bedside. and marcia, heather’s boss. a lady with enough money to buy this hospital and enough power that there is nothing to find about her.
marcia gives stephanie a demure smile and walks out of the room. a quietly calm beckoning command for her to follow.
“listen stefñia,” a shortened and yet elongating version of her name, “tell the little one,” this lady is 5’5” in her heels, stephanie was looking down at here in her stupid house slippers, “take all the time she needs and let me know when she gets the bill. i’ll handle it.” already walking away on her phone before she’s done talking, “i have to go but send her my well wishes.”
“yes..yes ma’am!”
“ma’am” she laughs “i like that, mylash!”
—
eddie and robin left. robin made her promise that she’ll call in the morning. there was no way she could go though. she had no energy left but she still spent most of the night just staring at heather. even in the morning as the nurses came back to check her vitals. she monitored every time heather’s chest rose and fell. she monitored and remembered.
stephanie knows heather so well. knows her physicality. what makes her tick. what makes her laugh. what could drive her into existential dread. could’ve all been gone.
“i’m alive you know?”
stephanie jumped.
“i didn’t die. don’t look at me like i’m a dead body.” heather adjusted herself to sit up, wincing at her side moving.
“don’t move, i’ll call a nurse”
“hey steffy?”
“yes?”
“please relax.”
“okay.”
“get up here.” she didn’t need to be told twice. she tucked herself in as far aware from the wound as she could get but heather still pulled her in closer.
“it’s just a little stomach ache—“
“it’s not-“
“i’ll be back to normal by next week. relax please okay. you’re gonna make yourself sick. and then we’re both in the hospital. huh? what good is that.”
stephanie wants nothing more than to cry into heather’s shoulders but she knows she’s right.
“i love you, you know.” stephanie surprises herself.
“i love you too, steffy.”
“no but i Love you love you.” she played with heather’s fingers refusing to look up into those damning eyes.
“…took me almost dying- OWWAH?? Steph???”
“you just told me you weren’t going to die!”
heather shrugged her shoulder that stephanie punched. hard. And laughed at her puffy stern face.
“i’m sorry! i’m sorry. and still i love you too.” she kissed stephanie temple before leaning their heads together.
i have too many emotions to express so i’ll just say that i adore this dynamic oh my god. steph completely oblivious, heather unworried about it. it’ll work itself out, and what do you know, it does!!!!
(also the continuation of eddie as heather’s emergency contact when he really probably shouldn’t be. mwah)
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there was a thread that i wasn’t ready to follow for stalker steve and—honestly—the killer camp counselor au but i think i’m ready to embrace stenry fucking with a mask on. that’s my progress.
thank you for sharing with the circle ❤️ freak henry tells the steve the masks stays on during sex. he doesn’t care that he’s handsome underneath, he wants the killer
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i really like the nickname big sexy for heather. it has only come up a few times but it makes me smile.
i love it so much and i especially love that i literally have no idea if any character in universe would call her that. is it robin. is it hopper. is it marcia
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i like eddie and heather being friends but in a way that they can’t be each other’s emergency contact because they are in the emergency together. i like them being a pair of sillies. bonus points for childhood sillies.
i like them as pals too, especially when they’re menaces. like hopper’s rolling up to a scene and just sighs when he sees them sitting on the curb. and them being childhood friends is so sweet, because you know heather is so relieved that the boy she’s been best friends with won’t ruin it by professing feelings or anything like what she’s seen happen to all the other girls. also they’ve got like 20 failed bands together. one of them will stick they swear
