#(my mum especially...)

[okkennymay]

It's been a very interesting year to say the least- those months still weren't 100% healthy but it was such a difference it was like living a different life, one not filled with constant dread and fear of the next monthly health episode.

It was unreal and I wish I'd made more use of of that time online while I had the chance, instead of being nervous of setting my body off and ruining a good thing going- but having past a new month my body completely imploding (only partially, which still sucks eggs), I can start to pick myself back up and keep going, hopeful once more! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

To all of you who have watched fade in and out of existence since my return online, Thank you for always being so patient 💖 my god was my previous username ghost-chicky ironic as hell, s2g it would be more appropriate these days than anything 0w0"

[milf-harrington]

inspired by @flashyysins

Two days after Hawkins was almost split open, Robin saw a woman pacing in the hospital waiting room.

There were plenty of other people as well, sitting or standing or walking the length of the room in a similar pattern, but there was something about the woman that Robin noticed. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, which she was- it's that there was something familiar about her.

She was in blue jeans and an old-school Hawkins High Letterman jacket, light brown hair twisted up in a claw clip. Robin had never met her before, she'd remember that at the very least, but still.

Something about the angle of her nose or the gentle waves of her hair felt like something Robin had seen before, something she'd be able to find in a crowded room or across a street.

But Robin had somewhere to be, so she shook off the odd feeling, and followed the familiar path to Steve's room.

---

"Hey Stevie."

Steve's smile was tired, but he was looking more lively than when he'd passed out in the waiting room the other day, so she'd take it.

"Robbie, you left me hanging yesterday."

She snorted and dropped into one of the chairs by his bed, swinging her legs over the arm rest and cradling the bag she'd brought with her in her lap. "You're the one who fell asleep during visiting hours."

He rolled his eyes, and she happily noted the colour returning to his skin. "You should be exempt from visiting hours, you're like...essential to my recovery or something."

She laughed to hide the way those words curled soft and warm around her heart, eyes stinging until she blinked it away. The dumbass had almost over-worked himself to the point of no recovery. "'Exempt?' Someone's been reading a dictionary- did one of your children leave theirs behind?"

"Oh fuck you-"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Robin was startled to see the woman from the waiting room hovering behind a nurse.

"You have a new visitor Mr Harrington."

Even knee-deep in confused intrigue, Robin couldn't help but dramatically mouth Mr Harrington over her own shoulder, pleased at the face he pulled in retaliation.

And then the door shut, and Steve looked up to find the woman-from-the-waiting room standing at the end of the bed.

Robin saw his brain grind to a halt at the sight of her.

It was silent (well, as much as it could be in a hospital room, what with all the beeping and whirring) as they took each other in, and Robin slowly brought her knees in closer to her chest like it would shield her from the vague awkwardness chewing at her.

And then-

"Fucking hell, Eve." The woman breathed out, white knuckling the bar at the end of his bed.

At the same time, Steve's face scrunched up as he demanded: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? You're in hospital!"

"I thought you were in New York!"

"Yeah and then I got a call from Hawkins General that my little brother was dying in a hospital bed! Thank you for keeping me as your emergency contact, by the way."

"Well-" Steve spluttered and then crossed his arms over his chest, wincing at the pressure on his injuries. "Obviously."

Several things clicked into place like undone locks. Steve had almost been too comfortable about "feminine" topics for as long as she'd been an active member of his life- and even slightly before.

(He'd once run out of Scoops to buy her pads when she'd started her period in the middle of a shift. At the time she'd figured he was just trying really hard to beat the still a douche-bag allegations.)

Then there were the sweaters that he wouldn't confess to the origin of, the jokes he'd make about Robin "not being the only woman in his life" that she'd thought were about Nancy Wheeler, the vehement denial that the rom-com collection in the theatre room were his.

And, while Robin hated to enforce gender stereotypes, he'd always had the kind of mean girl cattiness that was usually only forged in teenaged girls and merely rubbed off on others.

Of course Steve Harrington had a sister.

Now Robin understood why she'd seemed so familiar in the waiting room.

"What happened to you?"

Simultaneously, Robin and Steve shifted uncomfortably, meeting each others eyes and coming up blank on both ends.

Steve's sister swallowed, jaw clenched and lip quivering as she look back and forth between them. She seemed suddenly fragile, like Steve after a nightmare, or right before he'd collapsed in the waiting room after carrying Eddie inside.

Steve cracked first. "Lou-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Stephen. This is the third time you've ended up in hospital since your senior year."

Steve blinked, startled. "How did you-"

"I'm your sister." She seethed, and Robin could see flickers of Steve with an axe in his hand in the arch of her shoulders. "You might have told the hospital not to call but I still have friends in this town. If that Hargrove asshole wasn't already dead-"

"Lou-"

"Don't-"

"It was a serial killer." Robin blurted, drawing Steve's sisters' attention to her. "I don't now if you heard about it, but someone was going around killing teenagers. It started with Chrissy Cunningham- she was a cheerleader? kind of cute in a preppy sort of way, but, um- she was killed in our friends living room and then he sort of got blamed for it because, I mean, it was pretty sketchy but he didn't do it! I promise, Eddie didn't- anyway, there was this whole witch hunt, and two more people died which just sort of made it worse for Eddie and a group of us were trying to, like, clear his name, you know? Because we knew he didn't do it and we didn't want him to get killed next, but then one of our other friends - this girl, Max, she's a riot - she was being targeted by the real killer so we came up with this...really stupid plan to catch the killer but everything went sort of tits up and Eddie and Steve both got, well-" She waved her hands at the bandage around Steve's throat and the bruising around his wrists from the vines. "And Max, she broke her elbow and her knee when she fell, and I think Dustin twisted his ankle? So now Max and Eddie and Steve are all in hospital and Dustin has these crutches that he doesn't want to use but, I mean, Steve always makes him because it's Steve, and we don't really know if Eddie's okay yet but no one's come to tell us he's not so we're still hopeful-"

"Robin."

Robin shut her mouth, and took a deep breath through her nose. Steve's sister was staring at her in the startled sort of awe that Robin was used to seeing when she got going. She had the lungs of a trumpet player, it wasn't hard for her to talk until she forgot where she'd started.

"You fought a serial killer?" Steve's sister - Lou? - asked, and Robin hysterically felt like she should offer up her seat.

Steve, bless him, only nodded. Lou stared, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared slightly.

And then, quite abruptly, she was straightening her back and stepping around the bed to hold out a hand to Robin. "Louisa Harrington."

Robin blinked, and shook her hand. "Robin Buckley."

Louisa nodded, like that made sense, and smiled the same cupids-bow smile as her brother. "The best friend- it's good to meet the other half of my brothers brain. Clearly the better half, considering you aren't the one in the hospital bed."

Steve made an offended noise, and Robin grinned.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 755: Departure 2

Pag 1

2: Ding ding

3: The boarding the flight number 621 to Fukuoka, departing at 10:30 will close soon

4: If you're boarding, please speak to the staff member closest to you

Pag 2

2: Ah, that guy is angry

Shh

3: Oi

4: He said “I'm coming”, right?

Yessir!! I called him thirty times but he only picked up once....

He just said “soon”....

5: Then why aren't you here, Manamii!!

Pag 3

1: There's the Inter High soon, the Inter High!! Buah!!

So-sorry, I even sent many messages, but his current location-

It's been more than thirty minutes since you've said that, how's that soon!?

Pag 4

1: “Arriving late is a crime”!!

“Causing troubles is a serious crime”!!

Yessir

We told him that, too!!

3: Alright, I put Manami's ticket there, let's go

Huh!? Next to the window!?

That's a little-

Enough

4: Let's go, Yuuto, Tobirama

This time we'll fight as five people in the Inter High

'lright

Yes

No, but, he's the captain!?

Can't be

5: Ah... this must be my ticket

Pag 5

1: Kyushu

3: Take me there, too!!

4: Waaaa, Manami-saan!!

I'm so glad you came!!

Thank you so much!!

Well...

You really are like an here who arrives in the moment of need!!

Pag 6

1: Oi, don't misunderstand!! We were the ones in a pinch and this guy was the culprit!!

Yessir!

Sorry!

Ah, you exposed me...

2: Don't think you can dodge the matter of your tardiness just with your mood and cute face!!

Ah I thought I could make it

3: So?

Why... why were you late?

4: Ahh, I forgot my passport, then I remembered and turned back to get it

5: Ohhh... that's a problem indeed...

Wait!! You don't need a passport to go to Kyushu, right!?

Pag 7

1: Woah!! That was a clever excuse, Manami-san (It was so cool!)

It wasn't clever, and now let's go!!

Did you doze off?

2: Mh...? Well, on the train... it was only one stop?

So he really slept too much...?!

3: Jou-kun and Yuzukoshi-kun went on ahead?

4: They went there with yesterday's flight

Huh!

5: So, when you said “passport”, earlier- what was it, really?

6: Did you really turned back to go get something?

7: Mhh, how should I put it

8: In order to fulfill the final promise....

Pag 8

1: “The final promise”?

It was

3: a necessary piece

4: You're still wearing that ridiculous hat, Manami?

Ah... it's the one Ashikiba-san wanted last year... (Yuuto)

This is for exclusive use during the Inter High

Ohh... “exclusive use”, cool (Tobirama)

Pag 9

2: Kyoto... Kyoto...

7: Small fries!!

Pag 10

1: Then, should we go?

Are you...

Pag 11

1: finally ready?!

2: Yes....!!

3: Mi!!

6: This year's victory will be ours

Our long-awaited victory

Pag 12

1: It's checkmate!!

2: They're coming!!

3: They're coming!! One by one, to this land of Kyushu!!

4: Won't it favour us!? It's our hometown – us, Kumamoto Daichi!!

[sophiethewitch1]

This is my first time on Tumblr so I don’t know exactly where to send art for WWW. I hope this is the correct place, I drew MC before being isekaied (at her first day at work) and after. I hope you like it!

AHHHHH MY GIRLLLLLL SHES SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! HER HAIR.... THE DRESS..... THOSE EYES.... IM SOBBING THIS IS SO GOOD???? my beloved loser she is so amazing oh my god thank you so much!!!!!

[sofiaruelle]

So....our Dressmaking Batch 97 got to participate in a pagent, Mr & Ms Technowear 2024 for TIIC (Technical Institute of Iloilo City)'s 30th Foundation day.

✨And we got to do 2 lewks, Streetwear and Technowear.✨

While trying to figure out what we were going to do, we raided the fitting room (stockroom) and found a whole bunch of Retazo (hiliganon for scrapped fabric) from previous projects of batches before us. And it just so happens we were asigned the color 💚Green💚 for our team. Green = Nature = lots of fabric flowers. And to make it easier for us, we raided our closets and a few thrift stores for garments to upcycle and ofc every crafter has a few knickknacks to embellish with!!!!

[kandidandi]

listening to music in public is a struggle

[milkyspine]

[abbeyofcyn]

Find the soup

-🦤

I feel like this is important

[hetagrammy]

This might be controversial, but I've never had this idea of Britannia as being a particularly warm maternal figure. Like, I think she definitely loved her kids, but she was more concerned with their survival than with letting them be children if that makes sense. Her way of showing love was trying her damndest to protect them, and to make sure they could survive on their own after she was gone. It was less explicit "I love you"'s and more compliments on their progress or stern scoldings when they'd gotten themselves into danger. The British Isles Siblings are hard pressed to remember the last time their mother hugged them or sang to them, but they remember her pressing a blade into their hands, kissing their foreheads, and telling them to be brave. They know their worth because of her, but what tenderness they gained they learned elsewhere.

[jane-not-rizzoli]

(Drenthe, 2014ish)

[brittie-frog]

Honest opinions on Pyramid Game before I go to sleep:

- Yerim and Eunjeong canon I don't care that we didn't get a kiss or a proper conversation that stare and Eunjeong feeling confident enough to try and put her arm around Yerim confirmed it

- Harin wasn't justified but I understand her psycho reasoning and she was a great villian and Jang Daah did a great job, can't wait to see what she does after

- obviously loved Suji, played by my WJSN bias so there was no way I wasn't but also she's just so fun and definitely is gay for Jaeun my little baby

- yes all the bullies got punishments they deserve but I think that Dayeon (and possibly Seol ha) should have been put in therapy as her punishment after being taken from her dad because i think the reason she was a bully was because she was getting beat and she would fucking hate therapy until months down the line when she realises it helps (and then kiss either Seol ha or Doah)

- if they seriously gave me a 30 second Jang Gyuri double cameo for a full circle thing (I do like those) or sequel bait we're not going to get I'm going to be so sad

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 11 / 31 * BAKING JOEY'S CAKE 」

October 24, 1985, Twin Pines Timeline

Do you know how embarrassing it is when the whole town knows your Uncle’s a criminal, Mom? It sucks!

It wasn’t your Uncle’s fault, Linda. He got involved with the wrong people a—

And went to jail! Ugh! I can’t even pretend we’re not related because we’re the only McFlys in a hundred miles!

Lorraine sets the eggs down on the counter, wrenching a sigh from deep within her soul as she stares down into the empty porcelain bowl. Somewhere beyond the thinning haze in her mind, a sneering voice asks why she even bothers. Why go through the trouble of baking a cake, only to put the kids through the same song and dance as the last time? Joey wouldn’t make parole—you know that—and in a year, three years, five years, whenever they scheduled the next hearing, they would go through the same hopeless endeavour all over again, forcing her to suffer the looks of disgust and disappointment thrown at her from her kids.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her and George, the kids—

She dumps the first cup of flour in the bowl and watches it settle.

Finding even a small shred of optimism to combat the pessimistic voice in her head proves a Herculean task and she glances out over the bowl and into the living room, to the backs of the heads of her three children seated on the couch.

Dave turns, catching her eye, and Lorraine throws him a weak smile that he acknowledges with a nod before muttering something to Linda and Marty that she can’t hear over the television.

She would have to try for them.

This will be the year Joey gets released, she tells herself, compounding lie upon lie, building a shaky wall in her heart between reality and this flickering hope because something has to go right for her family. Difficult as it was, she would cling to it, willing God that the news in the morning would be favourable.

That her little brother would come home to their mother's chocolate cake recipe.

Poor Marty hadn’t seen Joey since he was a kid and he adored him, always so full of life and sunshine every time Uncle Joey showed up, bursting into fits of giggles and laughter when Joey would scoop him into his arms and raise him high above his head—she misses those days.

She misses a lot of things, things she fears she never truly even knew.

Lately, Marty just seems—

Lorraine reaches for the glass that’s always there, always within reach—her one constant companion throughout the years—and chugs until she’s drowned every one of those thoughts in liquid fire.

Functionally numb, Lorraine sets to work, burying the last thirty years underneath generous heaps of sugar.

[oifaaa]

Does Janet and Martha become heros in the future

Janet does Martha on the other hand well youngest siblings are usually the more rebellious ones

[thevioletcaptain]

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[lucydacusgirl]

Just saw a video from an American living in Germany talking about how most German women over the age of around 45 have short hair and how crazy it is that they have short hair do American women not have short hair??? Like obviously some do but is it so uncommon?

[lieutenantselnia]

Yesterday I've been doing some proper physical exercise for the first time since last year and I'm just imagining how proud my f/os would be of me🥹