#zoomrtm

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

“I wouldn’t know. What’s it like getting left behind in the middle of nowhere? Do you wanna find out?”

Tell me a headcanon you have for my muse.

BRO OKAY

Nancy is so far back into the closet she might as well have invented Narnia, okay? I won’t go into a whole rant about how the 80s weren’t the BEST of times to grow up LGBTQ+ like I think we all know that but because she was raised on these expectations that every women needs to settle down with a husband and kids (like her mom), even entertaining a romance or even a simple infatuation with a woman was out of the question. Listen, I’m all over the place rn so watch me jump so many places but Nancy KNOWS she likes both men and women. She is one hundred percent bisexual but she represses so much all the time that that part of herself is subdued as well. It HAS turned into internalized homophobia, largely because of other people’s expectations and her own. Now, she really doesn’t have a problem with other people who may be open about it but herself??? No no no, out of the question. She just...can’t be. BUT she is bisexual and I just really want her to feel comfortable around someone to admit it because I feel like saying it out loud would help her tons and just have her feel better about herself. She’d still be pretty closed off about it but she’d FEEL BETTER. And this girl is already stressed out half the time that taking off even a little bit of weight off her shoulders would be incredibly helpfull.

Admittedly, she’d been less than thrilled at given the role of babysitter for the night (it’s not like these kids respected willingly listened to anyone with a semblance of authority -- though truth be told, she wasn’t any better) so Nancy couldn’t be blamed if she’d let them wander off around the house, doing whatever the hell they wanted as long as it didn’t include death or summoning evil hobgoblins. It’s happened before and once had to be enough for these little brats. 

But then Max’s announcement, right next to her ear, had her head snapping right up. “No.” God, there couldn’t have been anything else she dreaded to hear more. “You hit me with a pillow, you little dweeb and it will end in tears for you--”