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Nancy follows the pointed finger through the bullpen of the Hawkins Police Department, drawing stares from every single one of the cops seated there. The office at the end of the row is labelled Chief Jim Hopper, and although it’s empty, it’s also unlocked and she’s able to duck inside and take a seat opposite the desk. 

She has enough time to start picking through her new math textbook before the office door bangs open and a man who must be Chief Hopper stomps in. Nancy jumps to her feet, trying to rearrange her books and extend her hand all at once. 

Hopper ignores her extended hand. 

“You the arsonist?” he asks without looking at her, flipping through some stacks of paper on his desk. 

“Technically it was an accident,” Nancy says. 

At the sound of her voice, Hopper slowly looks up from his papers. He looks her over, expression darkening. She retracts her extended hand. 

“Jesus motherfucking shit,” Hopper says, dropping to his desk chair and then letting his forehead fall onto his desk with a loud thunk that makes Nancy jump and knocks his hat off. 

“Um—”

“I told them I was retired,” Hopper groans, and Nancy doesn’t really think that’s directed at her but there’s no one else in the room. 

“From being Chief of Police?” she asks. 

Hopper lifts his head from the desk, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Stop me when this stops sounding familiar — you were going about your normal every day life in — where are you from again?”

“Lenora Hills, California,” Nancy says. 

“You’re going about your normal every day life in Lenora, everything’s all peachy keen, and then out of nowhere, you’re suddenly super strong! And you’re super fast! And super agile! And then monsters start turning up and trying to kill you, but it turns out you’re also preternaturally good at killing them right back! And then some Jeeves-looking bastard shows up with a stupid-ass English accent and tells you he’s your Watcher, and by the way, you’re the Slayer, magical protector of humanity or some shit, one in a generation, yadda yadda, how am I doing so far?” Hopper asks. 

Nancy’s pretty sure her entire face has gone slack. 

“Right,” Hopper says. “What was it under the gym? Vampires or something more exciting?”

“Va-vampires,” Nancy says. 

Hopper exhales, his entire moustache bristling, and pulls a box of cigarettes out of his desk. 

“Are you a Watcher?” Nancy asks. 

“No,” Hopper says, dark and flat. “I’m retired.” 

This sticker is so gorgeous 😭😭😭 styled to look like beadwork AND holographic?! A N D supporting actual natives????!!!

It’s pretty big so I don’t have room for it on my already-covered-in-stickers computer but I’m sure I’ll find something 🤔

America. The celebratory nation of mass murderers and homicidal bigots pedaling religion in the name of freedom and manifest destiny but pushing a history of

voyage instead of conquest,

exploration instead of colonization,

cohabitation instead of inhabitation,

cooperation instead of cultural destruction,

divine right instead of genocide,

consent instead of rape,

bartering instead of pillaging.

But I'm told it's not what it was but what it is now that's important.

“Happy Thanksgiving”

Because it one of the funniest episodes of BTVS.

But then at the end, he’s all: “Well, I’m going to die. And I probably deserve to.”