[lifcguard]

# LIFCGUARD — a low - activity indie independent heather holloway rp blog. crossover friendly. heavily headcanon based. iconless + mutuals only. plotted dynamics heavily prioritized. run by lizzie. 20s. they/them. est. est. 2026.

links. coming soon !

you can also find me over on chrissy.

[cheerlcd]

so i move in literally one week so take this as a notice that i will probably not be super active on any of my blogs for a week or two as i get myself packed and unpacked. please know my slow reply time has nothing to do with how much i want to write w you all and everything to do with how crazy things are for me irl rn 😭😭😭

[lifcguard]

heather's not that drunk. sure, okay, she can't really walk in a straight line, and she definitely can't say the abc's backwards, but she's not driving! is it a crime for a girl to have a little fun? besides, she deserves it after the summer she's had. her parents are dead, for christsakes and she's the one who killed them . the whole mall blew up. the teens of hawkins are not doing well, heather amongst them.

she's startled out of her thoughts about how she's soberer than she looks by dottie coming outside to the back porch. they're friends (are hey still friends?) but they haven't talked much lately. that's probably heather's fault. she's been a little busy, what with planning both her parents' funerals after she killed them. still, she waves dottie over, gestures for her to sit down next to heather on the stairs.

the stairs overlook what seems to be, in the dark, a vast backyard. for all heather knows, all of hawkins could be gone, replaced with this. it's not a bad view.

“hey, dottie?” heather asks, suddenly. she doesn't know she's going to speak until she's done it, the words spilling out of her mouth surprising her just as much as they are dottie. “can i tell you a secret?”

a starter for @hawklines

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feeling weird so i'll probably be hanging out on pin.terest for the rest of the night

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@starsorare sent: “we have a long history.”

heather huffs in annoyance, rolls her eyes. “okay, but that doesn't, like, tell me anything. that could mean anything, star.” she looks intently at star, scrutinizing her, trying to glean anything about the nature of star's relationship with that white-haired guy who always seemed to be hanging around the pier, especially when heather got off her shift at the beach.

“what was he to you? you don't even have to say anything. i'll just start listing options, and you can nod during the appropriate one,” heather offers, not waiting for star to confirm before she begins listing options, ticking them off on her fingers as she went. “is he a bad ex? did he stand you up on a date? did he assault you? is he just kind of annoying sometimes? your long-lost brother? your step-brother?”

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hate when i feel like i need to do something but idk what it is

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@andbreathe (robin) sent: “staying silent about it won't help.”

“i mean, what else am i supposed to do?” heather's drunk and laying in the grass outside a party. she can hear the sounds of the party coming from inside, the laughing and the music and the talking, and it sounds distant and tinny, the whole thing making her sound incredibly small. the only person out here with her is robin, who is at this party for some reason — who invited her? heather thinks, bitchily, and then remembers that she doesn't care about that anymore. the politics of high school, the games and mind tricks and the cattiness all seemed incredibly small all of a sudden now.

“everyone will think i'm crazy,” she says, quietly. she doesn't know how to talk about what happened in july — the strange, dream-like haze she'd been in as she'd murdered her own parents and nearly died herself. she'd been walking into the mall fire when she'd snapped back to herself. she'd watched her parents' bodies melt and fuse into horrible monsters. and all the police had said was that they had been victims of the mall fire, and they were very sorry for heather's loss.

she didn't understand any of it. if she thought too hard about it it made her head hurt and her stomach churn like she was about to puke.

[cheerlcd]

WE ARE THE TIGERS, MIGHTY MIGHTY TIGERS!!

# CHEERLCD — a low - activity indie chrissy cunningham rp blog. oc & crossover friendly. heavily headcanon based. iconless + mutuals only. established 2025. rules. info.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, my whole family sits together at the table for dinner after my father comes home from work.

we eat. we laugh. we tell stories about our day. we are happy. nothing went wrong.

[lifcguard]

# LIFCGUARD — a low - activity indie heather holloway rp blog. oc & crossover friendly. heavily headcanon based. iconless + mutuals only. established 2026.

[lifcguard]

what kind of “i love you” are you?

— i hate you (i love you).

this is said with a sort of disbelief, that you can't believe you love this person, that you could never have imagined they would make you feel such affection and fondness for them. they're a little shit, the most ridiculous person you've ever met, and you would absolutely die for them. you say "i hate you," and they just shoot you that stupid grin of theirs. maybe they throw it back at you. neither of you has to say "i love you," to know that you do, it goes without saying.

tagged by: @hawkinsingenue tagging: @oeuvrage, @harry, @callbullshit, @freakarus, @zoomingupthathill, & anyone else who sees this and hasn't been tagged!

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do i wait to post my promo until i finish my info or should i post it now do we think

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@oeuvrage continued from here.

the tv flickers in the background, but heather isn't watching it (it's a rerun, anyway). she's watching ryan instead, watching him make himself comfortable on the couch, a lazy smirk on his face and a soft, sleepy gaze. he annoys her, sure — he's got terrible taste in music and his van is always a mess, and he's always coming up with some stupid comment to volley at her, like this is some game the two of them play. somewhere along the line, though, it had become something softer, the edges filed down, a cat that had been declawed.

not that she'd ever tell him, but she kind of likes having him around sometimes.

she sticks her tongue out at him playfully. “what, so you can tell everybody i kicked you out and i'm a terrible host? never.” she doesn't want ryan to leave. she hadn't thought about him leaving before, but now that the possibility has been raised, she doesn't want it to happen. her parents are out of town — some weekend trip for their anniversary — which means heather is all by her lonesome until they get back, and suddenly, the house feels too big for her, as though she's a small speck in a vast, unending space.

maybe it's the weed. probably it's the weed. “besides, if you go home, who's going to drink all my soda and complain about the snacks i bought?”

[mcflymemes]

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.

[freakarus]

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝒊'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔!

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need 2 write meta abt the other lifeguards and heather's relationship w them

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@hawkinsingenue sent: “i didn't dress like this to sit down.”

heather grins. “you and me both,” she says, and drags ally to the dance floor.

the dance floor — really tina's living room, with the furniture shoved aside — was crowded, but the speakers were loud, and that was really all that heather cared about.

heather wasn't the kind of girl who looked graceful when she danced; her mother hadn't been the kind of woman to put her into ballet or gymnastics as a child. she was messy and uncoordinated, dancing in a way that should have been awkward, but as you watched, you realized she was having enough fun that her dancing became beautiful.

the song shifted, and heather frowned — whoever had put twist and shout on this mix was her new least favorite person. what were they, forty? the beatles hadn't been relevant since her dad was in high school — making eye contact with ally.

“i'm grabbing a drink. do you want one?”