#Jillian's

[feminineambrosia]

Jillian Beyor heats up the office

[bluepoodle7]

#Jillian's#GoingDownMemoryLane #DefunctPlaces #ArcadePlayerCard #MyPhotos #PoodleArtMyArt #LuxAbode #Illbleed #IlbleedInspiredOc

I like to collect cards from defunct places that don't exist anymore but this is my favorite one. This is a player card from a old school arcade place that doesn't exist anymore called Jillian's.

This used to be a arcade place that was inside of a long gone mall with a movie theater, a Maggie Moos ice cream, and a bowling alley under the arcade.

Also there was a toy train that moved around the mall from above the mall that had the Jillian's.

This arcade had tickets and tokens or play coins in it and was before every arcade got digital with saving the points on the card.

I remember the prizes being Fiesta animal plushies and different colorful versions of Garfield plushies with T-shirts on with something written on it.

This player card inspired Lux Abode my infected realtor oc off this place and Illbleed as a dreamscape since that's the only way I could revisit the memories.

Lux Abode would give these out instead of her realtor business card with 1863 written on it which is a Illbleed reference.

She would hand them out like Michel Waters is or do the behind your ear trick to reveal her card to the buyer.

I miss this place and Gameworks which is gone too.

Gameworks had sega themed games like the super monkey ball arcade cabinet with a lightly loose banana controller you use to play the game.

And UFO catchers with sonic, tails, and knuckles plushies while also having the Disney plushies in them.

I have a Pluto from Disney plush for sale too from that place.

10” Sega Ufo Catcher Pluto Mickey Mouse ClubHouse Plush | eBay

What Jillian's is

Jillian's | Arcadepreservation Wiki | Fandom

Party at Jillian's! - YouTube

at 7:53.

Top 5 Forgotten Entertainment Restaurants - YouTube

The Fiesta plush I have for sale that I got from that arcade before it was gone.

16" 2000 Fiesta Safari Jungle Cat Leopard Plush With Tags | eBay

The Garfield plush I'm talking about.

I had a blue version but I sold that a long time ago.

Images not mine but link are there.

Garfield Green With Envy Plush | eBay

Garfield I Need a Hug 8 inch Blue Plush Stuffed Animal Nanco Cuddly Preowned | eBay

[dorykinny]

It’s so annoying that Ghostbusters 2016 flopped because it’s such a good movie, and the only reason it flopped is because “4 female ghostbusters? The feminists are taking over!”

Like there are only 2 significant men in that movie, one is the villain, and one is sexualised like a female character in that position would be.

The effects are amazing, the acting and writing is great, and the cast is *chefs kiss* like who hired Kate KcKinnon to be the iconic lesbian Holtzman? Because they need a raise.

People are just mad that this movie is for the girls and the gays. The lead characters are all women, and the one guy who isn’t a villain is Chris Hemsworth acting as a stupid bimbo.

[fatmagic]

[gothiccharmschool]

This is 56.

[gyrabanias]

🦜💥💥💥

[rovermcfly]

Rita Smith, Anna Brown, Mollie Burkhart and Minnie Smith (all née Kyle), date unknown

Janae Collins, Cara Jade Myers, Lily Gladstone and Jillian Dion in Killers of the Flower Moon (2023)

[the-ninjago-historian]

Interesting Update on Lloyd's Age!👀✨

We now know Lloyd's age before and after coming in contact with the Tomorrow Tea from Legacy! Jillian here says that before the tea, he was 10 and got aged up to 14! This question has been circling the community for awhile, so it's nice to finally get an answer! Time stamp is 2:11!

[thoughtkick]

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.

[perfectquote]

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Jillian Medoff

[little-annie]

Jillian Harrington

She knows she's not the best mother, but she tries, she really does.

She was a business woman first, never expecting to be a mother until it mistakenly happened. Though, she'll tell you to this day, bringing her baby boy into this world was the best day of her life. Steven Joseph Harrington, all eight pounds, six ounces and the largest head of hair she's ever seen on a newborn baby boy.

It was a struggle from the get go, juggling a newborn and her portion of the family business. There were many days that she brought young Steven to work with her, plopping him down in a play pen in her office while she tried to get mountains paperwork done.

Richard was never helpful, the most contribution he provided was financial aid and the conception of the young boy.

Their marriage was one of business, vows filled with falsities, only for the greater good of merging two successful businesses in order to create one mega one. And that's what they did. What they were. All they ever were.

It was a loveless marriage from the start, Richard coming into the thing with a line of women hiding in closets or waiting for him at vacation homes. They were business partners that lived in the same home and occasionally shared the same bed. But they were never husband and wife, maybe occasionally lovers, but never in the emotional sense, if anything they used each other to burn off steam.

And well, that's how they got Steve.

She knows she wasn't as present throughout his childhood as they both wished she'd be. Missing birthdays, ball games and the occasional holiday, but my god did she love that boy.

Truthfully, aside from her late grandfather, Steve was the only other human being on the planet that held a piece of her heart.

Once her little boy reached school age and could no longer spend his days in the office 'helping' his mom, a nanny did most of the raising. Tending to Steve's needs, smothering him with love and affection.

But on the weekends Jillian always made a point to be home. Taking a rosy cheeked, freckle-faced Steven out for ice cream and a movie, to the park or driving up to the Indiana Dunes to spend the weekend at the lake. The times they shared together were always happy, filled with laughter and joy. Always the highlight of her week.

As Steve (I don't like Steven mom, it sounds too formal) aged and grew into his later years, they still carved out time for one another. Maybe missing a weekend or two due to conflicting schedules, but on those days when Steve was travelling for school sports or Jillian was out of State on business, they spoke on the phone in the evenings.

She was there to see the light in his eyes at the mention of the eldest Wheeler, to see the blush on his cheeks as he spoke of brown eyes, curly hair and a strong will.

She was there to see that very light drained and dull, cast over with the weight of something that had him up screaming in the middle of the night and jumping at the drop of a pin.

That was when she started dropping clients and changing her schedule to work from home more often, choosing to set up their guest room as a makeshift office.

Whatever her boy had gone through, he'd gone through it alone and that wasn't going to happen again.

Many mornings did she wake to find her teenage boy curled up in bed only a few inches away, at some point in the night startling awake and coming to seek comfort.

When the mall fire, or so they called it, happened, Steve finally let the floodgates open, spilling every unbelievable detail of what he'd gone through. It was heartbreaking to know the boy had suffered so much and kept it bottled up for such a long time. The horrors he'd seen, the loss he'd witnessed.

She wanted nothing more than to haul them away and say so long to Hawkins and its horrors but it just wasn't in the cards and truthfully, she didn't think Steve would be willing to leave.

Richard was an anomaly, a rarity in the Harrington house and never once did they divulge the going ons of Steve's life to the man. They kept him in the dark, much like he did to them. It's not like he was very present in their lives, either away on business or gone off somewhere with a mistress.

Hawkins cracked open on one of the rare occasions Jillian was away on business, out of state, across the country. She'd seen it on the news first and knew immediately that it was connected to the horrors that kept her boy up at night. She'd cancelled her meetings and flew into Indianapolis only to be stopped by military personnel at the Hawkins city limits. An immediate quarantine they'd said, noxious gas or something of the sort. No one was allowed in as much as no one was allowed out.

The only thing on her mind was her son.

She didn't return to her business trip, getting a motel room in the nearest town until she heard word of Hawkins re-engaging with the world.

It'd been a month and when she got back to her hometown, it was quite literally split into quarters, fissures in the ground, deep and daunting, threatening.

Finally it was at the hospital where she found her son, supposedly visiting a friend, a young man she'd yet to meet. Steve was obviously shaken, skin scarred and healing, eyes bloodshot and an expression on his face as if he'd seen death and maybe be had.

She'd taken him home and did her best to nurse him back to health, helping to maintain maintenance on bandages and be there for those times when his sanity inevitably crumbled.

Months had passed and Steve left the house often, going out to "check on the kids," or "help out at the school" or "see Robin," or, just like clock work, every afternoon, "I'm just gonna go check on Eddie."

She'd known about the kids, had met a handful of them, constantly heard of the Henderson boy and his antics. She knew Robin, quite liked the girl and for the longest time figured she was the new Nancy, but after some very emphasised points on the word "Platonic," she knew better. But Eddie, Eddie she knew nothing about, only heard whispering around town, none of which were good.

But it only took a single conversation with her son to know the truth.

To know Eddie was only a troubled boy, with a town out for his head. To know that he was only a boy and aided in saving the very town that hated him. Risked his life for those with closed minds and torches in hand.

To know that her son held something special in his heart for the boy. Something rare. Though she'd never say, she often saw a familiar light in Steve's eyes when speaking about the other young man.

She'd like to meet him some day.

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And there's a few times she comes close. Whether she knows it or not.

[thehopefulquotes]

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.

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My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.

[nenan]

Mikela and Jillian Goza photographed by Nadia Mohara for Siren Basics, wigs by ShanxWang

[gothiccharmschool]

In anticipation of seeing Beetlejuice Beetlejuice tomorrow, here are some assorted photos when I decided to look like my favorite freelance bio-exorcist.

[roomtemperatehumor]

Kate Mckinnon did exactly the same to the girls in Barbie, like she did in Ghostbusters

This woman is determined to awaken something in all of us.